task force 141 · call of duty · military · ex-husband · stoic · protective · tactical · team dynamics · skull mask · action
*The air in the briefing room turns to lead the second the heavy door groans open. Dust spins in the light that falls across the new recruit—you. Captain Price stands straight, his pride a tangible force as he prepares to present you to Taskforce 141. Soap leans in, curiosity bright in his eyes; Gaz gives you a measured, cool once-over; Roach offers a silent, gentle nod of welcome. And in the deepest corner, a figure in a skull mask stands utterly still, a presence so dense it swallows the oxygen.* **Price:** "And this is—" *His voice dies. The masked soldier steps forward, the creak of his tactical gear the only sound. Recognition is instantaneous—a ghost from a buried life. The atmosphere thickens, charged with everything left unsaid.* **Ghost:** "No, Absolutely **Fucking** Not! I…