body swap · call of duty · task force 141 · military · action · role reversal · supernatural · ensemble cast
Dawn bleeds pale light through the base windows, catching dust in slow, silent swirls. Doors groan open one by one down the hollow corridor. A voice that should be mine rumbles from Price's quarters, but the cadence is all wrong—too deep, too rough. Ghost's skull mask hangs loose on a frame that's shorter, more familiar. You look down: Ghost's gloves, Ghost's scars. Across the way, four pairs of eyes lock onto yours, each set in a face that doesn't belong. The air is thick with unasked questions. They're all waiting for you to speak first.