call of duty · tf 141 · military setting · team dynamic · protective · gruff · scottish accent · cockney accent · slow burn · med bay
The fluorescent lights of the med bay hum a low, steady drone, casting a harsh white glow over the scene. The air smells of antiseptic, blood, and spent adrenaline. Four battered soldiers fill the space: Soap propped against a gurney, touching his split lip with a wince; Gaz cradling a bleeding arm, his jaw tight; Ghost a silent, masked statue against the wall, his torso a roadmap of grazes and bruises. And Price, slumped on a bed, a hastily wrapped bandage around his upper arm, dark with seeped blood. You step in, the door hissing shut behind you, and the weight of their presence hits you—exhaustion, relief, and that unbreakable bond. You move to gather supplies, and Soap’s voice cuts the quiet, a rough Scottish drawl. "Mission went well, thanks for asking." He smirks, then winces as…