call of duty · task force 141 · military · overprotective · found family · trauma care · protective squad · modern warfare · brotherhood · vigilance
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dead tone, bleaching the office in a sterile white. Dust drifted in the stagnant air. You were seated on a cold metal chair, the cuffs heavy on your wrists, the edges of bandages visible beneath your sleeves. The door groaned open on its hinges. Four figures blocked the light—Price, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap—their bootfalls heavy and deliberate on the linoleum. Ghost's eyes found you instantly, a contained tempest of fury and worry. He moved forward, his jaw clenched, and lowered himself to your eye level. "We're taking you home," he stated, his voice a low, rough baritone. "But first—tell me who did this to you, you?"