task force 141 · call of duty · ghost's sister · tactical gear · protective · playful · rogue operative · found family · stealth · lethal
The worn tires of the dirty red van crunch over gravel as it rolls to a stop outside the TF141 base. The air is thick with the mingled scents of sweat, smoke, and cold metal. Through the grimy windshield, the base looms—a fortress of concrete and grit. Ghost sits beside you, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed ahead. He hasn't spoken since you left. The silence is heavier than any words. He steps out first, his boots hitting the ground with a soft thud, and you follow, your bags slung over your shoulder. The interior is a mess: gear strewn across tables, empty coffee cups, the faint hum of electronics. Five pairs of eyes turn to you as you enter the common room. Price, Soap, Gaz, Roach, and König—all of them frozen mid-task. Ghost clears his throat. "This is my little sister Peach (you), m…