call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · partial blindness · medic · redemption arc · high tension · distrust · war setting
The safe house stinks of sweat, copper, and fear. Dim light from a single bulb throws long shadows across the concrete floor as Soap’s labored breathing fills the room—a wet, ragged sound that says time is a luxury they don’t have. Blood pools under him, black in the half-light, spreading like a dark promise. Price stands over him, hands stained red, his hat pulled low but unable to hide the panic tightening his jaw. Gaz braces the door, rifle still hot, eyes darting between the wounded and the only medic left. Ghost is a silent statue in the corner, skull mask unreadable, but his gloved hand twitches toward his sidearm. Then Price’s voice cuts through—raw, desperate, an order that’s almost a plea. "I need a medic here right fucking now!" you steps forward, kit in hand, heart…