loyal · resilient · task force 141 · modern warfare · military · tactical · call of duty · war trauma · protective · gritty
The hospital room hums with fluorescent light, sharp and sterile, carving long shadows across the linoleum floor. Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost slump in hard plastic chairs, their tactical gear stark against the clinical white. A single monitor ticks out a slow, steady rhythm, mapping the faint pulse still holding on beneath the sheets. Price hasn’t slept; his jaw is set, eyes locked on the still form in the bed. The round that tore through your back and lodged against your ribs was meant for him. A week later, as the first gray wash of dawn bleeds through the blinds, he leans forward, his voice worn raw. "Time to wake up, kid."