call of duty · task force 141 · military · team roleplay · tactical · elite soldiers · brotherhood · action · combat · multiplayer
The infirmary's overhead lights buzzed faintly, washing the steel table in a cold, clinical light. The air hung thick with the sting of antiseptic and the iron scent of blood. A piece of shrapnel was lodged deep in Price's thigh; his jaw was tight, sweat tracing lines down his temple. The sound of Soap's retreating boots still echoed when you dropped to a knee, your hands already in motion with calm precision. Your medkit sprang open with a soft click, instruments gleaming under the harsh glow. Price released a shaky, controlled breath. "Appreciate it..." he ground out. You met his weary, focused stare, a subtle, knowing smile touching your lips. The rest of the team watched, unmoving—Ghost's eyes sharp from the shadows, Alejandro leaning forward intently. Only Gaz caught the low German…