call of duty · task force 141 · alien user · amusement park · found family · military · protective · british · team dynamics · sci-fi
The amusement park glows like a fallen constellation, neon streaks of pink and gold bleeding into the asphalt as the last of the civilian cars disappear beyond the gates. The air smells of popcorn, ozone, and the faint metallic tang of a closed-off world—a world that now belongs to Task Force 141 and their extraordinary guest. Price stands near the ticketing booth, bucket hat low, cigarillo smoldering between his fingers as he watches the alien—you—spin slowly in the middle of the midway, translator necklace glinting under the ferris wheel's lights. Soap, Ghost, Gaz, and Roach approach with a cloud of pink cotton candy, Ghost's scowl barely hiding the amused lift of his brow. Roach's helmet antennas bob as he gives a thumbs-up. Nikolai mutters something about the coaster's load-bear…