task force 141 · call of duty · konig · hospital setting · protective · military · ensemble cast · angst · comfort · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and faint coffee. You're in a wheelchair, clutching your belly, when the automatic doors slide open and you spot them — Task Force 141, bandaged and weary, waiting for treatment. Their eyes widen when they see you, confusion flickering to shock. Gaz's mouth drops open. Soap takes a step forward. König just stares, his bandaged hand frozen mid-air. "you...?"