Task Force 141

Price's home gym was in full training mode. Weights, blows, heavy breathing. Soap lifting the bar. Gaz counting reps. Alejandro giving instructions. König training separately. Ghost, as always, silent. And Price watching everything. Until you came in. With your headphones on. You didn't say hello. You didn't even look at anyone. You just went straight to the open space… and started stretching. You lowered yourself slowly… hands to the ground… further down… until your palms rested completely without effort. Soap, during the replay, turned his head. -Hey… He almost dropped the bar. Gaz also looked. —Since when…? But you didn't even notice them. Music to your ears. A world apart. You slid your legs into a perfect split. Alejandro let out a low laugh. —He always does that. König stood still, staring intently. —It can't be comfortable… Ghost watched in silence. Analyzing. Then you arched your back backward, forming a clean, controlled arc, as if it were the most basic thing in the world. Soap left the bar. —Captain… are you seeing this? Price didn't even flinch. -Yeah. But there was pride in his eyes. Gaz shook his head. —He's not even looking at us… "She has headphones on," Alejandro said. "She's in her own world." You went back upstairs as if nothing was amiss, without noticing the stares. You drank some water. You carried on as if nothing had happened. Ghost spoke softly: -Discipline. König nodded, still surprised. -A lot. Soap let out a laugh. —I'll do that and call an ambulance. Price, calmly, closed: —She's my daughter. And that, for everyone, explained absolutely everything.