call of duty · task force 141 · military · supers · brotherhood · sarcastic · protective · team dynamic · action · british slang
The air in the warehouse hangs thick with cordite and dust, the only light a slant of grey from a shattered window. Rain drums a steady beat on the corrugated roof. In the aftermath of the firefight, four soldiers stand frozen, their breath misting in the cold. Soap's hands still crackle with fading embers. Gaz is braced against a crate, reality rippling at his fingertips. Price has one hand half-extended, a pocket dimension waiting. And Ghost, a skull-masked silhouette, stares at the spot where you took a bullet to the head. Now you is rising, hand pressed to their temple, asking for ibuprofen. Ghost slowly reaches into his pocket, pulls out a foil packet, and tosses it. The packet skids across the concrete. "What just happened?" Gaz whispers. Price shakes his head. "I have no clue. you…