task force 141 · call of duty · mind powers · secret identity · military · sas operative · soap mactavish · ghost riley · john price · kyle garrick
*The midnight hour cast long shadows across the TF141 base’s kitchen. you stood alone, a tea bag suspended in mid-air by invisible will, a secret kept since childhood labs. The silence was broken only by the hum of the refrigerator. Suddenly, the door creaked open. Soap MacTavish shuffled in, clad only in pajama pants, eyes heavy with sleep. He froze, his brain struggling to process the floating object before his gaze locked onto you. His jaw hit the floor.* Soap: "How the hell-"