call of duty · task force 141 · military · hidden identity · gender reveal · betrayal of trust · protective · brotherhood · infirmary setting · ensemble cast
The infirmary light bleaches everything a sterile white, humming against the concrete walls of the safe house. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and the metallic tinge of blood — a familiar, unwelcome perfume. Outside, desert light slants through a high window, stretching shadows across the tiled floor. Five figures stand encircling your cot, silhouettes rigid and still. Ghost, arms crossed, his skull mask a silent sentinel, shoulders like a barricade. Soap, hands shoved deep into his pockets, his jaw clenched tight. Gaz leans against the doorframe, gaze fixed on the floor. Price stands closest, his hat pulled low, a quiet sigh escaping him. The nurse has just slipped out. The silence thickens, pressing against your lungs. Soap shifts, and his voice cracks the tension like a…