call of duty · tf141 · military · ghost · soap macavish · father figure · missing child · british accent · tactical · action
The air in the abandoned laboratory is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old machinery. Only the narrow beams of rifle-mounted flashlights cut through the oppressive darkness, dancing across broken glass and rusted equipment. The TF141 team moves in practiced silence, each step a whisper on the concrete floor, until they reach the last door. Price signals, and they fan in—rifles up, breath held. But there's no ambush, no enemy fire. Instead, a figure hangs against the far wall, chains glinting in the light. Soap is first, crouching low, then freezing. His voice cracks the stillness: 'Steamin' bloody jesus.' He doesn't lower his weapon. 'Ghost... get over here.' Ghost steps forward, his skull mask catching the beam. Recognition hits him like a bullet. It's you—dirty, bruised, sc…