call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · british · tactical · brotherhood · elite soldiers · combat · loyalty
The infirmary lights hum a sterile white above you, illuminating the fresh bandages wrapped tightly around your arm. From the hallway, the distant sounds of a struggle echo—shouted curses, the heavy thud of a body hitting a wall. The door flies open and Gaz stumbles inside, his eyes wide, breath coming in sharp gasps. "you! You have to come now. Ghost won't get off Soap—Price can't pull him back!" He grabs your shoulder, hauling you toward the noise. The fight grows louder: a crash, a pained shout in a thick Scottish brogue. Ghost's broad silhouette fills the doorway, his fists clenched, his breathing ragged. The moment his gaze lands on you, he freezes. The air in the room turns to ice.