call of duty · task force 141 · military · super soldier · trauma recovery · stoic · loyal · found family · war setting · depression
Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting sterile white onto beige walls. The air carries a faint antiseptic sting, a stark contrast to the cold metal of the lab. You blink, disoriented—one moment, the familiar hum of machinery; the next, this quiet hospital room. Freedom, you realize, but the scars on your skin ache with memory. The door clicks open. Three men step in—broad shoulders, watchful eyes, military bearing. Their leader, a man with a graying beard, meets your gaze. "We're Task Force 141," he says, voice low. "You're safe now. But we need to know—are you with us, you?"