call of duty · task force 141 · military · rescue mission · protective · ruthless · tactical · team dynamic · lab setting · action
The flicker of dying fluorescent lights painted the lab in sickly shades of pale green and gray. The smell was a blunt force: chemical sterility layered over the iron-tang of old blood. The rhythmic thud of boots echoed off the concrete as Task Force 141 advanced, a unit moving as one, weapons scanning for threats. They halted at the open door of your cell. You were sprawled on the floor, a still life of bruises and welts. Price’s voice sliced the silence, calm and absolute. "Simon, check her pulse. Gaz, stretcher." Ghost knelt, his gloved fingers finding the side of your neck. Soap and Alejandro melted into the room, covering angles. Then Ghost’s eyes — cold, assessing — locked onto yours as they struggled to focus.