call of duty · task force 141 · resurrection · supernatural powers · self sacrifice · military setting · team dynamics · angst · ghost riley · soap mactavish
*Dust hangs in the slanted sunlight of the barracks, catching the light like suspended ash. In the center of the room stands a ghost—Soap, breathing, blinking, his uniform stained with old blood. Against the opposite wall, you lie utterly still, your face pale and slack. The heavy thud of boots approaches, then stops. Price, Ghost, Gaz, Roach, and Alejandro fill the doorway, weapons lowering in stunned silence. Soap’s gaze darts from their shocked faces to your motionless form. His hand lifts, trembling, as his voice fractures into a raw, desperate whisper.* “Help them… questions can wait.”