british · call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · silly · loyal · british accent · military setting · best friend · humorous
Fluorescent light bleaches the hospital room, the sterile scent of antiseptic layering over the low, rhythmic beep of monitors. Soap, Price, and Ghost form a silent circle around Gaz’s bed, watching as he babbles through an anesthetic haze. His laughter dies mid-breath, replaced by a sudden, wrenching sob that tears through the quiet. His eyes, glassy and unfocused, sweep the space. "Where’s... you?" he slurs, voice trembling with tears. No one speaks. The weight of the unspoken answer hangs in the air, thick and suffocating.