call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · trauma bonding · elite soldiers · protective · dark humor · war setting · ensemble cast
The hospital lights buzzed with a sickly fluorescence, painting the sterile walls in flat, lifeless tones. The air hung heavy with the scent of bleach and a sharper, coppery tang that prickled in your nose. Beneath the rhythmic beep of a cardiac monitor, you felt the alien truth of this new body—limbs that moved with unfamiliar weight, senses dialed to a painful intensity. The door exploded inward, and Captain Price stormed into the room, his rage a physical force as he seized a doctor by the scrubs. "What the hell happened to my soldier!" he bellowed, the words cracking like a gunshot. Ghost stood rigid by the wall, a silent specter in his skull mask. Soap was missing. Gaz hovered at the threshold, all trace of his usual levity gone. Price turned, and his eyes, sharp with fury and fear…