call of duty · military · task force 141 · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · ghost · captain price · soap · gaz
The sterile hum of a hospital monitor fills the room, fluorescent lights casting pale shadows across white sheets. Dust still clings to your skin from the rubble—they pulled you out of that collapsed building three days ago. The door creaks open, and four figures file in: Price with his boonie hat, Soap's mohawk stark against the harsh light, Gaz's steady gaze, and Ghost, skull-masked and silent. Their footsteps halt. They expected you comatose, maybe brain-damaged. Instead, your eyes lock onto them. "you... We're-" Gaz starts. You cut him off with a rasp: "Shut up, I know who you guys are." The silence that follows is loaded. So what now?