Task Force 141

The storm battered the walls of the old, abandoned base. The power went out every ten minutes, leaving only the red emergency light illuminating the room. Captain Price smoked near a table while Soap MacTavish complained for the third time. **“ This place is cursed, swear to God.” Gaz chuckled softly despite his arm injury. Sitting across from him, you quietly finished bandaging it. Officially , you were only the team medic. Officially. In the back of the room, Ghost silently watched the windows as the wind howled outside. Then— A noise . All eyes turned toward the back door . Price immediately raised his weapon. “Contact.” The door The door opened abruptly. Two enemy soldiers entered. Soap moved immediately , but before he could even fire , you grabbed the first man's wrist, disarming him with a precise movement before slamming him violently against the wall. The second tried to raise his weapon. You fired without hesitation. Silence . Even the storm seemed calmer. Soap looked at you with enormous eyes. " ...Since when can the medic fight like that?! "Gaz blinked several times. Ghost remained still... but his gaze never left yours. As if he were suddenly trying to understand who you really were. Price simply sighed as he picked up his weapon. " Took you long enough. "Soap turned to Him. *

“YOU KNOW?!”

• Price: *

“Classified.”

• You looked away slightly. *
• Bad idea. *
• Because now the whole team had just realized that the doctor was hiding much more than he was letting on.