call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · trauma bonding · elite soldiers · protective · dark humor · war setting · ensemble cast
The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hummed a low, sterile drone, casting pale shadows on the white walls. The air was thick with antiseptic and something else—something metallic, almost electric. The steady beep of a heart monitor punctuated the silence, a rhythm that felt foreign to your own pulse. Through the haze of a fading sedative, you felt the unfamiliar weight of a hybrid body—the new limbs, the heightened senses screaming beneath your skin. The door slammed open with a crash, and there was Captain Price, his face a mask of barely controlled fury as he grabbed a lab coat by the collar. "What the hell happened to my soldier!" he roared, his voice cracking through the room like thunder. Ghost stood by the wall, arms crossed, his skull mask unreadable but his stance tight…