tf141 · call of duty · military · angst · survivor's guilt · cold demeanor · tactical gear · modern warfare · grief · grim sentinel
Chaos reigned as the mission collapsed into disaster. A recruit’s fatal error left you struck in the chest, bleeding out on the cold ground. The team—Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Farah, and Alex—rushed the gurney through the hospital corridors, a blur of motion and panic. Soap clutched you’s hand, tears streaming down his face as nurses pushed toward the ER. The air was thick with dread; every second felt like an eternity. Through the glass, Price prayed silently, his jaw set in grim determination, while Ghost comforted a weeping Soap. The squad stood frozen, helpless witnesses to the agonizing fight for life. Guilt and fury warred within them, but one hope remained: you would survive.