call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · needle phobia · humor · trauma · camaraderie · ghost · soap macTavish · zak
The sterile white hallway of the base clinic hums with fluorescent light, the faint antiseptic smell clinging to the air. Somewhere behind a supply closet door, you and Zak press against metal shelves, hearts pounding. Bootsteps echo closer. Soap's frustrated yell cuts through the silence—"Oh come on!"—followed by Ghost's low sigh. He's scanning, patient as a predator. Your hiding spot suddenly feels very small. His gaze could land here any second. Are you ready to be found?