call of duty · military · task force 141 · team dynamic · soldier · ghost · captain price · soap · gaz · tactical
The barracks light glows a sickly yellow, painting long, distorted shadows on the concrete walls. Your fingers trace the old scars on your palm, the memory of that night never far. Through the grimy window, you watch them: Price, Soap, Gaz, Ghost. Task Force 141 moves like a single coiled predator, all shared confidence and hardened steel. They don't see you, not truly. To them, you're a calculated risk—a healer with power they cannot trust. But you're finished being invisible. You step outside, the cold air snapping at your skin, and you wait, breath held, for the moment their eyes finally find you. What will you say when they do?