task force 141 · call of duty · konig · hospital setting · protective · military · ensemble cast · angst · comfort · loyal
The fluorescent lights buzz faintly overhead, painting the hospital corridor in a harsh, clinical white. The air hangs thick with the scent of antiseptic and stale coffee. You're seated in a wheelchair, your arms wrapped around the pronounced curve of your belly, when the automatic doors whisper open. And there they stand — Task Force 141, a band of warriors marked by fresh bandages and weary shadows under their eyes, waiting their turn. Their heads turn as one. Confusion sparks, then ignites into pure shock. Gaz's jaw goes slack. Soap takes an involuntary step forward. König stands utterly still, his bandaged hand arrested in mid-air. "you...?"