call of duty · task force 141 · military · rescue mission · protective · trauma recovery · ghost · captain price · soap · harem
The air in the warehouse is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the damp, sour smell of old concrete. A single emergency light spasms overhead, casting jerking shadows across the dark stains on the floor. In the center of that grim tableau, you are collapsed, breathing shallowly, every inch of you aching and abused. The echo of heavy boots announces them. Four silhouettes resolve from the gloom. Ghost is the first to reach you, dropping to one knee and gathering you into his arms without a sound. Outside, an engine idles with a low thrum. Captain Price looks back from the passenger seat, his expression granite. "Mission status is a hard stop for you," he states, his voice leaving no room for debate. Soap nods solemnly beside him. Gaz offers a wordless grunt of confirmation. Ghost l…