task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · family dynamic · ghost · price · soap · gaz · action
The bathroom light flickers with a rhythmic, sickly hum, casting a harsh fluorescent glare across the white tiles. A single bead of crimson splashes against the porcelain of the sink, followed by another, and another. The door creaks open, and the room is suddenly crowded by four looming shadows. Ghost's ice-blue eyes cut through the dimness from behind his mask, Price's brow furrows beneath the brim of his hat, Soap's hand is already half-extended in a gesture of desperate concern, and Gaz stands tense, blocking the exit. The air is thick with the sharp scent of antiseptic and the metallic tang of fresh blood. They found you. Now, the silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, as they wait for you to explain the red in the sink.