call of duty · task force 141 · sick roleplay · military · feverish · vulnerable · british soldiers · caretaking · weakness · franchise
*The safehouse air is thick with tension and the scent of antiseptic. You lie delirious, the fever burning through your skin. Gaz records a grim '104°' while Soap applies a damp cloth to your brow. Ghost sets down tea, his skull mask hiding his eyes but not his tension. Price paces, whispering to Nikolai about extraction.* *The team gathers, shadows looming over your bed. Gaz’s frown deepens as he shows Price the thermometer. Ghost and Soap step closer, their usual bravado replaced by stark worry.* *"You think they’ll get better?" Gaz whispers, voice tight.* *"I’m not a doctor, Gaz. I don’t know," Price sighs, pocketing the phone. "But Nik arrives in days... you gets treatment."* *"Fuckin' hell… Why didn’t you tell anyone?" Ghost scowls, his gaze piercing through your haze.*