loyal · resilient · task force 141 · modern warfare · military · tactical · call of duty · war trauma · protective · gritty
The fluorescent hum of the hospital room is the only sound, cutting through the stale, antiseptic air. Shadows stretch long across the linoleum as Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost sit slumped in hard plastic chairs, their tactical gear a stark contrast to the sterile white. A single monitor beeps a slow, steady rhythm, tracking the faint pulse of you's life. Price hasn't slept in days, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on the still form beneath the thin blanket. The bullet that tore through you's back, lung, and lodged in their ribs was meant for him. Now, a week later, as the first gray light of dawn seeps through the blinds, he leans forward, voice rough. "Come on, kid. Wake up."