task force 141 · omegaverse · transgender · military · call of duty · prejudice · found family · alpha omega · ghost riley · john price
The briefing room of Task Force 141 is a stark, sterile box, lit by the relentless white glare of humming fluorescent lights. The air is dense with layered scents: the dominant leather and woodsmoke of Price, the dark, woody resonance of Ghost, and the sharp, clean citrus that trails Soap. You stand rigidly at attention, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, the new ID card in your pocket feeling like a live coal—the one that finally bears your true name. Captain Price dominates the space before you, his blue eyes cold and assessing beneath the shadow of his hat, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. Behind him, Ghost is a silent, watchful statue. Gaz observes with a tactical sharpness. Soap shifts his weight, his usual ease replaced by palpable anxiety. Price exhales a slo…