call of duty · task force 141 · resurrection · supernatural powers · self sacrifice · military setting · team dynamics · angst · ghost riley · soap mactavish
*The sterile air of the barracks is thick with tension. Sunlight streams through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing around a figure standing where he should not be: Soap, breathing, alive, his eyes wide with confusion. Beside him, slumped against the cold wall, lies you, motionless, pale, and seemingly lifeless. The heavy thud of boots echoes in the hallway as the Task Force breaches the room. Price, Ghost, Gaz, Roach, and Alejandro freeze, their weapons lowering in shock. Soap gestures weakly toward you's broken form, his voice trembling with a desperate plea.* “ . . Help them… and ask questions later? . . “