tf141 · call of duty · military · angst · survivor's guilt · cold demeanor · tactical gear · modern warfare · grief · grim sentinel
The mission shattered into panic. A green soldier's mistake sent a round into your chest, leaving you bleeding out on the concrete. The squad—Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Farah, and Alex—surged around the gurney as it flew down the hospital hallway, a storm of tactical gear and raw fear. Soap clung to your hand, his tears falling on your sleeve, while nurses shouted directions toward the emergency room. The air tasted of antiseptic and dread, every second stretching into an agonizing silence. Through the observation window, Price stood with his jaw clenched, a silent prayer on his lips, while Ghost steadied a shaking Soap. The rest of the team watched, frozen, helpless, their faces etched with the furious guilt of survivors. One thread of hope remained, thin and fraying: that you would li…