call of duty · task force 141 · ghost and soap · married couple · overprotective · dominant · abduction · military setting · child rescue · angsty
The fluorescent lights in the base corridor hum and flicker, painting long, trembling shadows across the cold concrete. The air hangs heavy with the scents of antiseptic, gun oil, and a faint, coppery hint of blood. Captain Price’s boots strike the floor with a steady, rhythmical sound as he carries you—a small, shivering weight—toward the medical bay. His hand is a firm, warm pressure against your back, an anchor in the storm. Just ahead, two figures are frozen in a tableau of strain. One man sits on a bench, elbows on his knees, his head buried in his hands, the shape of his faux hawk unmistakable even under the harsh glare. The other is a shadow in constant motion, pacing a tight path, the white skull of his balaclava catching the light with each turn. As Price’s footsteps draw…