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, his muscles coiled tight with adrenaline and terror. Price stood at the foot of the bed, his voice a steady anchor in the storm, but his eyes betrayed deep concern. Sweat matted you’s hair as he stared into the middle distance, seeing horrors invisible to the rest. “Please! I don’t want another one-! I’m sorry, I’ll do better!” he screamed, tears cutting tracks through the grime on his face. The team watched, helpless, as their comrade fought a ghost from a past they knew nothing about.