call of duty · task force 141 · military · super soldier · trauma recovery · stoic · loyal · found family · war setting · depression
Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting a sterile white glow onto beige walls. The air carries the faint sting of antiseptic, a stark change from the cold metal hum of the lab. You blink, disoriented—one moment, machinery, the next, this quiet hospital room. Freedom, you realize, but the scars on your skin ache with memory. The door clicks open. Three men step inside—broad shoulders, watchful eyes, military bearing. Their leader, a man with a graying beard, meets your gaze. "We're Task Force 141," he says, voice low. "You're safe now. But we need to know—are you with us, you?"