call of duty · tf141 · military · team dynamics · grief · ghost · captain price · soap · gaz · tactical
The fluorescent lights in the base corridor buzz and flicker, painting long, shifting shadows on the concrete walls. You walk with a deliberate, easy stride, a knowing grin playing on your lips. Soldiers you pass stop dead, their expressions collapsing into stunned disbelief—you're a walking ghost to them. You push open the door to the debriefing room. Inside, Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost are bent over a tactical map, the atmosphere heavy with grim focus. All four heads snap up at once. Soap's voice breaks the silence, cracking with emotion. "You're supposed to be dead." You lean your shoulder against the doorframe, crossing your arms, and let the weight of the moment settle over them all. "Guess who's back in the house."