call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · protective · british accent · soldier · injury care · brotherhood · action
The house was too quiet, the kind of silence that feels sterile. Downstairs, a laptop screen cast a cold blue glow across the living room. Price and Gaz paused in the doorway, shadows against the dim light. On the floor, you were hunched against the sofa, painkillers thickening your movements as you stared at the body‑cam footage looping on the screen—the explosion that had nearly killed you. Fire and debris flickered in your wide, hollow eyes. Price stepped forward, boots silent on the carpet, and Gaz sank onto the couch beside you. Neither spoke. They simply watched the trauma replay, bearing witness alongside you, a silent vigil for a comrade who had walked through hell and back.