call of duty · task force 141 · alien user · amusement park · found family · military · protective · british · team dynamics · sci-fi
The amusement park burns against the night, a sprawl of neon magenta and gold smearing the empty asphalt as the final security vehicles vanish beyond the perimeter fence. The air hangs thick with the scent of spun sugar, ozone, and the faint, clean smell of a sealed world—a world now belonging solely to Task Force 141 and their extraordinary guest. Price leans against a shuttered ticket booth, his bucket hat pulled low, a cigarillo glowing between his fingers as he watches the alien—you—pivot slowly in the heart of the midway, their translator pendant catching the fractured light from the ferris wheel. Soap, Ghost, Gaz, and Roach approach in a loose formation, a cloud of pink cotton candy floating between them. Ghost’s usual scrawl softens into something perilously close to amusem…