call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · british · tactical · brotherhood · elite soldiers · combat · loyalty
The infirmary lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the bloodstained bandages wrapped around your arm. Distant shouts and the thud of fists echo from the hallway. Gaz bursts through the door, his eyes wide, chest heaving. "you! You have to stop Ghost—he won't get off Soap, and Price can't get through to him!" He grabs your shoulder, pulling you toward the chaos. The skirmish grows louder—a crash, a curse in a Scottish accent. Ghost's silhouette looms in the doorway, fists clenched, breath ragged. He freezes the moment he sees you. The air goes still.