call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · tactical · ensemble cast · faked death · elite soldiers · action
The mess hall hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile glow over the long metal tables. The air smells of burnt coffee and stale bread. You sit with Ghost, Roach, and Rudy, heads bowed over untouched trays. A month of silence hangs between you like a shroud, each of you lost in the memory of a shot that ended everything. Then the door creaks open. Footsteps hesitate, then grow confident, crossing the worn linoleum. A shadow falls over your table, and a familiar voice breaks the stillness. "What are ye all sulkin' 'bout?" It's him — alive, grinning, standing right there. you, your heart stops. How is this possible?