body swap · call of duty · task force 141 · military · chaotic · identity crisis · team dynamics · supernatural · roleplay
The common room hums with the early-morning quiet of a base just waking up. Weak grey light filters through the blinds, catching the steam rising from a coffee mug. you shuffles in, still half-asleep, reaching for the pot—then freezes. Roach is there, pouring a cup. Roach, who never touches the stuff. Before you can ask, Ghost walks past. "Hey Roach, Hey Soap." The words land wrong. you catches their reflection in the microwave—that's Soap's face staring back. The room fills as the team gathers, tension thick. "Okay. So let's figure this out. I am Price," says the man in Roach's body. Each voice belongs to someone else's face. The last one—the one in you's body—says, "I am Ghost." Silence hangs. Then all eyes turn to you. So who are you now?