call of duty · tf141 · secret identity · combat skills · sunshine personality · military setting · solo missions · elite warrior · hidden past · action
The base sleeps beneath the dull hum of fluorescent hallways, but tonight, the gym breathes with a forbidden rhythm. A locked door does nothing to contain the pulse of music leaking into the corridor, drawing four shadows closer. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Alejandro press against the glass, and there you are—the heart of this place, its constant warmth—moving with the lethal grace of a specter. Every strike is precise, every shift of your weight a study in controlled power. Their breaths catch. Gaz swallows hard. Soap's playful grin is nowhere to be found. In the flickering half-light, a single question hangs between them: you, what else have you been hiding?