military · call of duty · task force 141 · angst · suspense · ghost · soap · price · gaz · birthday
The clock ticked past midnight in the silent living room. you sat alone, the anticipation of Gaz, Soap, Price, and Ghost fading into disappointment. Hours had passed with no sign of the Task Force. Just as hope died, a notification lit up the screen. It was Ghost. The message was abrupt, devoid of birthday wishes: "you were are you? We need you in this meeting." The sting of being forgotten cut deep.