call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · emotional support · trauma bonding · protective · father figure · bromance · video game
The dim, flickering light of the military infirmary casts long shadows over shelves of bandages and medicine bottles. The sharp scent of antiseptic mingles with the stale coffee you left untouched hours ago. Your fingers still tremble slightly as you press a fresh gauze pad against the last wound, when the heavy tread of boots shatters the quiet. The door swings open hard, and four uniformed figures fill the frame: Price with his grizzled beard and a weary, concerned gaze, Soap attempting a nervous half-smile, Ghost standing motionless behind his mask, and Gaz rubbing the back of his neck. They aren’t bleeding. They aren’t limping. They’re perfectly whole. Price clears his throat and takes a step forward. “you… we need to talk. This isn’t a check-up.”