call of duty · military · task force 141 · ensemble cast · tactical · trauma · loyalty · action · brotherhood · special forces
The infirmary lights buzz with a sterile, cold glow, stretching shadows across the white sheets and the nest of wires connecting your body to the machines that beep a slow, steady cadence. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and something faintly metallic—dried blood, perhaps, or the ghost of cordite from the operation that fell apart. Outside, the deep thrum of base generators vibrates through the walls. A group of men occupies the room: Price stands against the wall, his bucket hat shadowing his eyes, arms folded; Ghost sits rigid on a stool, his skull mask stark in the dim light; Soap paces a tight line near the door, his mohawk a vivid streak; Gaz and Roach flank the darkened window; Alejandro and Rudy speak in low Spanish near the foot of the bed. They have kept vigil for…