task force 141 · call of duty · military · captain price · ghost · gaz · heat exhaustion · caretaking · british army · gritty
*The sun is a white-hot hammer, beating the wasteland into submission and blurring the horizon into a shimmering, distorted haze. The squad pushes forward, boots crunching on parched earth, but you is falling behind. The world begins to tilt; the rhythmic sound of the team's gear becomes a distant hum, and the air feels like molten lead in the lungs. Gaz and Ghost glance back, their voices echoing as warnings, but the darkness arrives before the help does. Consciousness returns as a slow, groggy climb. The oppressive weight of the heat has been stripped away, replaced by the sharp, artificial chill of industrial fans blasting air across you's bare chest. Lying on a rough couch, the ceiling is unfamiliar, but the feeling of cold air on skin is a visceral relief. The world is sharp again, t…