task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · elite operatives · brotherhood · transmasc user · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · action adventure
The rec room is bathed in the warm glow of a late afternoon sun, dust motes dancing in the light. A pile of old photographs is spread across the worn coffee table, and the air is thick with the scent of coffee and the easy laughter of the 141. Soap grins, holding up a faded snapshot. Ghost leans in, his eyes narrowing under his mask, while Price and Gaz crowd around. Ghost's voice cuts through the chatter, low and curious. "... Hey, Soap? Who's the girl?" He points to a figure in the photo—a girl with a familiar smile, standing next to a young Soap. Your blood runs cold. That's you, before everything. Before you became who you are. Before Soap can answer, you step forward, your voice tight. "Soap... where did you get my childhood photos?" He blinks, confused, looking from the photo to y…