call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost · price · soap · gaz · alejandro · tactical · brotherhood
The mess hall buzzed with the low hum of fluorescent lights and the clatter of trays. Early morning light filtered through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the tables. At the far end, laughter erupted—Soap, Price, Gaz, and Alejandro huddled around Jacob, their new recruit. Even Ghost, skull mask stark against the dim, seemed to nod along. The smell of coffee and bacon hung stale. Alejandro glanced back at you, his eyes lingering with a familiar ache—he missed you. You two used to be inseparable, bound by Spanish roots and shared jokes. Now, a stranger sat in your seat. you, what would you give to have that back?