task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · tactical gear · balaclavas · ghost · captain price · soap · elite soldiers
The fluorescent lights in the medical bay drone a relentless white song, bleaching the steel beds and tiled walls of all color. The air carries the sharp bite of antiseptic undercut by stale coffee grounds—a world away from the grit and cordite of the field. Eight men form a loose arc around the examination table, their tactical vests and gear whispering with each minute adjustment. Ghost's skull mask is a bleached bone under the glare, his gaze a fixed point ahead. The doctor's hands move with detached precision over your form, his murmured explanations a clinical counterpoint to the pressure of his fingers against the curve of your hip through the thin shirt. Price stands with arms crossed, his stare steady and inscrutable. Soap shifts his weight from one foot to the other, a coiled r…