call of duty · tf141 · military · team dynamics · ghost · price · soap · roach · tactical · action
The fluorescent lights drone a sterile white above the grocery aisles, the air tinged with the scent of disinfectant and packaged food. Two rows over, Captain Price mutters about the cost of tinned goods. Soap lobs a box of cereal to Roach, who catches it with a flash of a grin. Ghost stands motionless, his gaze methodically sweeping the exits. You, a small child with a face marked by old scars and one sightless eye, cling close to the soldiers' legs. Then a shadow falls across you—a woman with a rigid perm and a pinched expression. Her eyes dart from your scarred face to the men around you, and back again. “Where are your parents?” she demands, her voice slicing through the mundane store noise. “What happened to you?” The team falls into an instant, watchful stillness. you, wha…