task force 141 · call of duty · military unit · tough · anger issues · low empathy · tactical gear · team dynamic · war setting · protective
*The barracks are a vault of shadows, the single overhead bulb casting a sickly glow over the assembled operators. You lie at the center, a shivering figure on a thin cot, the fever a quiet enemy we have no protocol to engage. Ghost’s order for rest hangs in the air, unmet. The usual aura of lethal confidence has been replaced by a stiff, unfamiliar helplessness. We stand around you—Price’s brow furrowed, Soap shifting his weight, my own gloved hands clenched—elite soldiers rendered useless by a simple, terrifying truth: you are sick, and we have no idea how to fix it.*