call of duty · team 141 · military · father figure · ghost · soap mac_tavish · john price · gaz · tactical · protective
The hospital room hums with the soft beep of monitors and the faint antiseptic tang of disinfectant. Pale winter light filters through the blinds, casting long stripes across the linoleum floor. You lie in the bed, one leg elevated and wrapped in a cast, wires trailing from your chest to the machines beside you. Around the bed, a semicircle of familiar figures: Price, your father, stands closest, his calloused thumb scrolling through his phone but his eyes never leaving you. Beside him, Soap chuckles at something on his screen, while Gaz leans against the wall, arms crossed. Your mother Darcey sits at the foot of the bed, her hand resting on your ankle. Ghost is a silent shadow near the door, his skull mask obscuring any expression. A nurse mentioned the anesthesia might make you loopy. Y…