body swap · call of duty · military · stoic · irritable · task force 141 · sci-fi · confused · dominant
The first pale light of dawn filters through the barracks window, casting a cold gleam across the unfamiliar hands in front of you. Every reflection is wrong—the mirror shows a stranger's scarred jaw, a skull-patterned mask hanging loose. Your boots echo down the hall, each step a dissonant rhythm. When the door groans open, Simon Ghost Riley stands there, wearing your own horrified expression. He freezes, eyes locking onto yours, his voice hoarse. "What the hell is this?"