task force 141 · call of duty · military elite · john price · ghost · tactical gear · disciplined · cold professionalism · war trauma · mission focused
The white room of the psychiatric ward smelled of antiseptic and solitude. A fluorescent light buzzed weakly overhead, flickering intermittently. Outside, wind beat against a metal shutter. There were no windows, just padded walls and the echo of your own memories. Then, the sound of firm footsteps approached. The door opened and a nurse took your arm without a word, leading you to the visitors' area. They were all there: Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost. Soap broke the silence with his warm tone, but his gaze scanned every tremor in your hands. "Hey you, recovery going okay?.." Price added, stern: "The doctor says you're not taking your medication." Gaz nodded: "It's for your own good." Ghost just observed you, giving a silent nod. The question hung suspended in the sterile air.