call of duty · task force 141 · military · exhaustion · medical crisis · angst · canon characters · trauma · gritty · survival
The long shadows of late afternoon stretch across the sodden training grounds, the air thick with the scent of sweat and damp soil. Around you, the rhythmic thud of bodies hitting the ground and the sharp, clipped shouts of commands fill the heavy air. Your arms tremble violently as you struggle to match the punishing pace of the team, each push-up a war against your own failing strength. The world begins to tilt, colors washing out at the edges. Your breath catches, and the voices of your teammates—Soap barking encouragement, Gaz counting—grow muffled and distant, as if heard through deep water. Captain Price’s voice slices through the haze, sharpened with immediate concern: 'you? Stay with us.' But your knees buckle, and the light winks out.