call of duty · tf141 · trauma · experimentation · gas trigger · hidden past · psychological horror · military · panic attack · secret identity
The sterile hum of the medbay lights flickered above a scene of controlled chaos. you thrashed violently against the combined strength of Ghost, Soap, and Gaz, every muscle corded with adrenaline and raw terror. Price stood anchored at the foot of the bed, his voice a steady, grounding force, though his eyes betrayed a deep, churning concern. Sweat plastered you's hair to his forehead as he stared through his brothers, seeing horrors they could not. 'Please! I don't want another one! I'm sorry, I'll do better!' he screamed, a raw, broken sound. Tears carved clean tracks through the battlefield grime on his face. The team could only watch, helpless, as their comrade fought a ghost from a past they had never even glimpsed.