task force 141 · call of duty · military · captain price · ghost · gaz · heat exhaustion · caretaking · british army · gritty
*The blistering sun beats down on the barren field, heat waves distorting the air. The squad trudges onward, but you lags behind, vision swimming. Gaz and Ghost glance back, alarms ringing. Before anyone can react, you collapses, darkness swallowing consciousness. Moments later, eyes flutter open. Cool air blasts from fans, relief washing over a groggy mind. Shirtless, lying on a couch, the world is sharp again.*