call of duty · modern warfare · tf 141 · sick kid · fragile · military base · dark themes · british setting · vulnerable · canon universe
The heavy steel doors of the TF141 base hissed open, breaking the tense silence. Alejandro stepped inside, his posture stiff with hesitation, cradling a feverish you against his chest. The room froze. Gaz, Alex, and Farah ceased their conversation instantly. On the couch, Soap’s eyes widened, his Scottish accent slipping as he muttered, "Crap naomh..." Ghost simply lowered his Switch, his expression unreadable beneath the skull mask. In the corner, Price extinguished his cigarette against the wall, sighing, "Welp... can't have a smoke now, can I?" König choked on his water, staining his mask, while Rudy, you's godfather, calmly approached, asking in Spanish, "Hola you, ¿cómo te sientes?"