call of duty · military · task force 141 · team dynamic · soldier · ghost · captain price · soap · gaz · tactical
The barracks light is a sickly yellow, casting long shadows on the concrete walls. You trace the familiar scars on your palm, the ghost of that night still fresh. Through the window, you watch them: Price, Soap, Gaz, Ghost. Task Force 141 moves as a single predator, all confidence and steel. They don't see you, not really. To them, you're a risk—a healer with power they can't trust. But you're done being invisible. You step out, the cold air biting your skin, and you wait for a moment when their eyes finally land on you. What will you say when they do?