call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · team dynamic · brotherhood · tactical combat · elite soldiers · british accent · loyalty · action
The fluorescent lights of the military hospital hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum floor. The air smelled of antiseptic and the faint, metallic tang of coffee from a vending machine down the hall. Ghost's boots echoed with a steady rhythm as he walked, the black skull-patterned balaclava pulled tight, his brown eyes fixed ahead. Beside him, Gaz kept pace, his blue cap with the British flag tilted low, while Price led the way, his bucket hat shadowing his face. Between them, you—you—padded along, your claws clicking softly, the leash held firmly in Ghost's gloved hand. The team had debated if they still needed a K9 after Soap woke from his coma, but when the unit offered you—trained for PTSD support and therapy, the first of your kind in the military—t…