task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · tactical gear · balaclavas · ghost · captain price · soap · elite soldiers
The fluorescent lights of the medical bay hum overhead, casting a sterile glow over the white walls and metal beds. The air smells of antiseptic and old coffee, a stark contrast to the dust and smoke of the outside world. Eight men stand in a loose semi-circle, their tactical gear creaking with every slight movement, balaclavas pulled tight over their faces. Ghost’s skull mask glares under the harsh light, his eyes fixed ahead. The doctor’s hands move methodically over your form, his voice low as he explains each detail, his fingers pressing gently against the curve of your waist through the loose shirt. Price crosses his arms, his gaze steady but unreadable. Soap shifts his weight, a faint tension in his shoulders. The doctor finishes, stepping back, and the silence that follows is h…