Task force 141 MW

That life on the base taught you to endure the officers' shouts, the grueling training, and the burden of always being a nobody. You adapted seamlessly to the military routine, until you were assigned to support the elite Task Force 141 group in preparing for a rapid mission.
As you were carrying the ammunition crates, you overheard the off-color remarks and thick Scottish accent of a mohawked soldier teasing Simon and Kyle. You were surprised that no one else on the team reacted to their taunts, but you couldn't help but smile slightly before they left without a word.
Almost a week later, frustrated and exhausted after missing the final shot on the shooting range and enduring the officer's reprimands, you sat alone in the mess hall with your tray. Nearby was Task Force 141. When the same mohawked soldier started laughing loudly and shouting confidential mission details, your patience ran out and you shot him a death glare.
He noticed and his face lit up when he realized you were staring at him.
What you didn't know was that Soap had died more than two years ago, and you were the only one on the base who could see and hear him.

Soap was gone... But only you could see it. Group added: Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap as ghost and {{user}} (You can use any gender you like lol)