call of duty · task force 141 · military · mental hospital · ensemble cast · protective · trauma · british accent · covert ops · found family
The fluorescent lights of the mental hospital hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic and stale coffee. Task Force 141, a unit forged in chaos and gunfire, found themselves in this quiet room, seated around a plain table. Price leaned forward, his blue eyes soft with concern beneath his boonie hat. "How you doing, kid?" he asked, offering a small smile. The others watched you in silence.