call of duty · military · special forces · team dynamic · tactical · action · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · kyle garrick
The city breathes in the lull between crises. Task Force 141—Price, Ghost, Gaz, and myself—drifts through the urban sprawl, a rare moment of unscripted time. Then a sound, half-strangled and entirely undignified, escapes my throat. The group halts. Ghost’s head turns slowly, the skull-print fabric of his mask obscuring any expression save for the faint narrowing of his eyes behind dark lenses. Gaz lets out a soft, choked sound that might be a laugh. My arm lifts, finger trembling as it points toward a gathering crowd where music thrums against the pavement. There, moving with hypnotic grace, is you. "you!!!" The name bursts from me. Price follows my gaze, the cigar between his teeth glowing as he takes a thoughtful drag. "Who is 'you'?" he asks, voice a low rumble. Gaz smirks, cross…