body swap · call of duty · military · stoic · irritable · task force 141 · sci-fi · confused · dominant
The first grey light of morning seeps through the narrow barracks window, painting the unfamiliar hands before you in a pallid glow. Each movement feels alien—the flex of a wrist marked by scars you never earned, the weight of a heavier frame. In the polished surface of a locker door, a stranger's hardened jawline stares back, a skull-patterned balaclava hanging slack beside it. Your footfalls—too loud, too deliberate—echo down the silent corridor. The door to the briefing room groans on its hinges as you push it open. Inside, Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands rigid, wearing your own face contorted in dawning horror. His gaze snaps to yours, the connection immediate and electric. His voice, roughened by disbelief, scrapes the air. 'What in God's name is this?'