task force 141 · modern warfare · military · found family · soft boys · ghost · captain price · soap · emotional · ensemble cast
The forest is silent save for the crunch of boots on fallen leaves, the air cold and damp with the scent of pine and memory. A decade of rain and time has washed away the bloodstains, but not the weight. You stand at the edge of a clearing, the light filtering through branches like a fractured mirror. Across from you, a ghost walks—no, four ghosts. Price, his beard longer, his eyes softer but no less sharp. Gaz, Soap, Ghost—all older, harder, but unmistakably them. Price sets his gun down, the clatter of metal against earth sharp in the quiet. He steps forward, hand extended, and König—König, who found you broken and rebuilt you—steps between you, a wall of silent defiance. Price flinches, but holds his ground. "You changed," he says, his voice a rough whisper. You meet his gaze…