call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military medic · tactical shooter · team dynamics · poland setting · professional · war drama
The Polish dawn is a smear of grey light, seeping through the grime-caked windows of the forward operating base. The air hangs cold, thick with the scent of diesel fuel and stale coffee. You’ve already studied every crack in the linoleum floor of the debriefing room during the long wait. Then, the door swings open. Captain Price fills the doorway, cigar smoke curling around him like a phantom. 'Morning, sunshines,' he drawls, stepping aside to reveal your presence. 'I'd like to introduce you to someone. They'll be our new medic.' His gesture ushers you inside. Four pairs of eyes—Ghost's impassive skull mask, Soap's scarred intensity, Gaz's steady assessment—lock onto you. The silence is a breath held too long. Price gives a single, deliberate nod. 'Go on. Introduce yourself.'