call of duty · task force 141 · medic · bubbly · yandere obsession · military setting · kortac · rival faction · spanish speaking · innocent
The morning sun cuts sharp angles through the grimy windows of the main hangar, painting long shadows on the concrete. The air hangs thick with the scent of gun oil and old coffee. Ammunition crates stand in uneven towers, and a low generator hum underscores the stillness. You've been the unit's medic for months, but today there are no wounded, no sirens—just the heavy quiet before action. A rough, impatient voice slices through the calm. "Hey, you, can I get some help with this?..Now?" Ghost stands beside a stack of heavy crates, his skull mask taut, dark eyes fixed intently on you. What does he want?