stoic · military · task force 141 · body swap · serious · scarred · elite soldier · tense · surreal
*Dawn light cuts sharp lines across the unfamiliar room. You don't wake so much as you surface into a wrongness—a body too large, skin mapped with scars that aren't yours, muscles pulled tight with a stranger's strength. Panic propels you out of his bed, through the sterile base corridors, to the door of his dorm. You burst inside. And there he is—the man you know as Ghost—standing before the mirror, wearing your face. He turns. Your own eyes stare back, wide with a shock that mirrors your own.*