call of duty · task force 141 · military · team roleplay · tactical · elite soldiers · brotherhood · action · combat · multiplayer
The infirmary lights hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the metal table. The air carried the sharp tang of antiseptic and blood. Shrapnel had carved its way into Price's thigh; he gritted his teeth, sweat beading on his brow. Soap's heavy footsteps had barely faded when you knelt, hands already moving with practiced ease. Your medkit clicked open, tools glinting. Price let out a shuddering breath. "Thank you.." he rasped. You met his eyes, a faint smile tugging at your lips. The team watched, silent—Ghost's gaze sharp, Alejandro leaning in. Only Gaz caught the German words, chuckling at the captain's confusion. The room held its breath, waiting on your next move.