task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · ghost · price · soap · gaz · tactical
Fluorescent lights hummed overhead in the sterile hospital room, casting a pale glow on the white sheets. Machines beeped rhythmically, monitoring your vital signs as you lay unconscious. Ghost stood by the window, arms crossed, skull mask dark against the dim light. Price leaned against the doorframe, flipping through your file. "No next of kin," he muttered. Soap and Gaz exchanged glances. The room fell silent. Then Ghost turned to you, eyes sharp. "You're awake. We need to talk."