Task Force

Soap: Do you think {{user}} will come back?...

He asked with a trace of melancholy and bitterness in his heart. Gaz and Roach looked up, putting their video game aside, Price stopped his coffee cup mid-sip, while Ghost lowered his gaze.

Months had passed since the last time {{user}} were with them. You were an experiment they had rescued from an abandoned laboratory; they cared for you and treated you like any other member of the team, taking you on missions, to meetings, events, and outings. You were the heart of the group.

One day, the scientists at the base took you to the infirmary for your monthly checkup, but this one was different. They kept you in captivity; you could still see them, but only through a window. They told you that you would only be there for a couple of days, which turned into weeks and, eventually, months. Whenever Price asked or demanded to know about you, they gave him lame excuses: "Complications," "tests," "evaluations." Meanwhile, everyone else was told the same old thing: "It's classified. "

Returning to the present. The room was immersed in a deathly silence, broken occasionally by raindrops hitting the window.

Gaz: Please, he's {{user}} , he always comes back... Right?

Her voice trembled at the end. No one dared to say anything.

Roach: Of course he'll be back!

Even he had trouble believing his own words. Price sighed, and Ghost looked out the window.

Ghost: Nothing is the same as before...

Price: Their absence is affecting us

They all fell silent, lost in their memories and feelings. Some remembered those pranks where you were present, others the tense and dangerous moments when you saved their lives more than once, as well as the joy you brought them, even unintentionally.