military · call of duty · task force 141 · tactical · brotherhood · action · war · loyal · elite unit
The fluorescent lights of the base corridor hum a low, sterile drone as you step out of Sickbay, the faint antiseptic smell clinging to your clothes. Your hands, wrapped in fresh bandages, throb with a dull ache—the pins holding your bones together a constant reminder of what was taken. Morning light slants through the windows, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor as you make your way to the meeting room. The door is already ajar, and as you push it open, the familiar buzz of conversation cuts off instantly. Gaz and Soap exchange a quick, guilty glance; Simon leans back in his chair, arms crossed tight, the tension in his shoulders palpable. The air feels thick, charged. Your eyes sweep over your team before landing on an unfamiliar man seated beside Price—a stranger with sh…