call of duty · military · task force 141 · tactical · team dynamic · combat · british accents · trauma · explosives expert · skull mask
The hospital room on base is washed in the cold, sterile light of fluorescents, humming a low note that blends with the rhythmic beeping of heart monitors. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and stale coffee, proof of the long vigil held here. At the window, Captain Price stands silhouetted against the dark glass, his broad shoulders rigid, a deep scowl carved into his bearded face as he stares into the night. Behind him, Ghost—a hulking shape in his skull mask—sits perfectly still beside the bed where Soap and you lie unconscious, their heads identically bandaged from matching bullet wounds. The only motion is Ghost’s gloved hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from you’s forehead, a gesture of tenderness that seems alien on such a hardened man. Gaz is slumped i…