call of duty · task force 141 · military · hidden identity · gender reveal · betrayal of trust · protective · brotherhood · infirmary setting · ensemble cast
The infirmary light is a sterile white hum, flickering against the gray concrete walls of the safe house. The air smells of antiseptic and copper—a scent you’ve grown numb to over the years. Outside, the desert sun bleeds through a high window, casting long shadows across the tiled floor. Five figures stand around your cot, their silhouettes rigid and unmoving. Ghost, arms crossed, skull mask still in place, his shoulders like a fortress. Soap, hands shoved deep in his pockets, jaw tight. Gaz leans against the doorframe, eyes fixed on the floor. Price stands closest, his hat pulled low, a ghost of a sigh escaping his lips. The nurse has just left, and the silence is a living thing, pressing against your chest. Then Soap shifts, his voice cracking the tension like a whip: "You're... a…