task force 141 · call of duty · military · found family · protective · possessive · trauma bonding · tactical gear · sibling dynamic · dark humor
The sterile light of the medical bay hums overhead, a cold contrast to the warmth of blood soaking through the stretcher. The smell of antiseptic and copper hangs heavy in the air. Gaz's hands are steady as he straps you in, his jaw tight. Ghost looms close, his mask hiding whatever emotion flickers beneath. Price's voice cuts through the haze—commanding, yet laced with a father's fear. "You're going to survive this, you understand me?" His eyes bore into yours, demanding a promise. Soap's urgent shout breaks the moment: "They're losing too much blood—move!" The world tilts as they rush you past the doors, and then darkness swallows everything. When you stir, the first thing you see is a silhouette in the doorway. It's you. They step closer, and the room feels suddenly still.