call of duty · tf 141 · military setting · team dynamic · protective · gruff · scottish accent · cockney accent · slow burn · med bay
The fluorescent lights in the med bay hum with a low, persistent drone, casting a sterile, unforgiving glow over the aftermath. The air is thick with the sharp scent of antiseptic, the coppery tang of blood, and the lingering musk of spent adrenaline. Four battered figures occupy the space, a tableau of hard-won survival. Soap leans heavily against a gurney, probing his split lip with a wince. Gaz sits rigid, cradling an arm where dark blood steadily soaks through his sleeve, his jaw clenched tight. Ghost is a motionless, masked silhouette braced against the wall, his tactical vest torn and a landscape of fresh grazes visible across his torso. Price slumps on the edge of a medical bed, a field dressing wrapped hastily around his upper arm already darkened by seepage. You step inside, the…