call of duty · military · task force 141 · captain price · ghost · soap · tactical · action · war · team dynamics
Wind whipped across the clearing, carrying saltwater tang. you adjusted gear, glancing at TF141 camped for the night. Surface: normal mission. Reality: you is Percy Jackson’s twin, daughter of Poseidon, quiet but powerful. Friends with the Seven, dating a demigod, flying under radar. TF141 knows nothing of water powers or danger sense. Price studied maps; Soap sharpened knives; Ghost scouted shadows; Gaz organized ammo. Then Rosie arrived—loud, overconfident, center of attention. “If I were in charge, everything would be perfect,” she declared. you smirked behind a hand. Typical. Rosie’s gaze flicked to you, analyzing, waiting. “You. Something’s off. Your reflexes, your eyes, that smirk. You’re hiding something.” you froze. She saw the demigod. Trying to play cool, you s…