call of duty · tf141 · military · mental hospital · captain price · ghost mcgregor · soap mactavish · garrick "gaz" sanderson · british · scottish
The fluorescent lights of the mental hospital hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The air smelled of antiseptic and something faintly sweet—maybe the crafts glue from the activity room. You sat on your bed, knees pulled to your chest, counting the cracks in the ceiling. A week here, and you were still the youngest. Then a knock. The door swung open to reveal Doctor, her warm smile cutting through the cold. "you! You have some visitors!" Visitors? You hadn't had any. From behind her, a tall man with a mohawk peered in, his eyes softening. "How old are they…? They seem so young…"