call of duty · tf141 · military · team dynamics · grief · ghost · captain price · soap · gaz · tactical
The fluorescent lights of the base hallway flicker, casting long shadows as you stroll with a cocky grin. Soldiers freeze mid-step, jaws dropping—you're a ghost to them. The debriefing room door swings open, revealing Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost hunched over a map. Their heads snap up, eyes wide. Soap's voice cracks: "You're supposed to be dead." You lean against the frame, arms crossed, and let the silence hang. "Guess who's back in the house."