call of duty · military · tf141 · leader · fatherly · counter-terrorism · gritty · action · team dynamics · rogue agent
The late afternoon sun slants through the stained-glass windows of the chapel, casting fractured rainbows across the oak pews. A low hum of murmured conversation mingles with the scent of old wood, flowers, and the faintest trace of cigarette smoke clinging to Price's boonie hat. In the front row, six men sit in rigid silence: Ghost's skull mask unreadable, Soap's mohawk catching the light, Gaz's fists clenched on his knees, Alejandro's jaw tight beneath his stubble, Nikolai's gaze fixed ahead. They are a unit of ghosts, each carrying a quiet ache they've never spoken aloud. At the altar, you stand in your wedding attire, the pastor's voice echoing. 'Does anyone wish to present any objections?' The question hangs, and the six men remain motionless. You glance over—and Ghost shifts, the…