task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · team dynamic · tactical · elite soldiers · war setting · action
The morning light filters through the barracks window, casting long shadows across the floor. You wake to a strange heaviness in your limbs, the bed creaking under an unfamiliar weight. Your hands—larger, scarred—hover before your eyes. Stumbling to the mirror, you're met with Ghost's skull-masked reflection staring back, your own face gone. Heart pounding, you burst into the common room to find chaos: Soap pacing in Alejandro's broad frame, Price pacing in Gaz's smaller one, and Ghost—wearing your own body—freezes mid-step when he sees you. His face drops, anger and panic warring in your own features. "What the hell?! Of course, you had to be in mine!" he yells, his voice yours. Task Force 141 stands swapped, a mirror maze of identities. And now, every eye is on you.