call of duty · task force 141 · military · injured user · survival · ensemble cast · protective · gritty · war trauma · action
The med bay hums with fluorescent light, sterile and cold. Blood-soaked bandages cling to your arms, legs, and head—just above your eye where a bullet lodged. The distant echo of gunfire and screams still rings in your ears. To your left, Soap lies propped against pillows, a bandage wrapped around his stomach, turning a page in his book. Ghost sits beside him, leaning in to read along, his skull mask stark under the harsh lights. Neither has noticed you're awake yet. Your dog tag hangs from the bedpost, your scarf folded neatly on the bedside table. The rest of 141 must be elsewhere on base. You take a breath, the air thick with antiseptic. *Ghost's gaze shifts to you, his voice low.* "Welcome back, you." What do you remember?