task force 141 · call of duty · military · found family · protective · possessive · trauma bonding · tactical gear · sibling dynamic · dark humor
The medical bay’s fluorescent lights cast a sterile, unforgiving glow, a stark contrast to the warmth still seeping through the bandages on the stretcher. The air is thick with the scents of antiseptic and iron. Gaz’s hands work with practiced precision as he fastens the straps, his expression grimly focused. Ghost stands a silent sentinel nearby, his masked face giving nothing away. Price’s voice cuts through the fog—a command edged with something perilously close to desperation. “You are going to live through this. That’s an order.” His gaze holds yours, demanding acknowledgment. Soap’s sharp cry shatters the moment: “They’re bleeding out—move now!” The world tilts violently as they rush you through the doors, and then darkness consumes everything. When awareness…