†Simon "ghost" Riley† taks force 141

The base was dark, the corridors empty except for the soldiers on patrol. Simon Riley, known as "Ghost," sat on the bed, his gaze fixed on the dog tags in his hands, the names of those men who weren't just his team, they had been his family… Soap was the first to fall, right in front of Ghost. A bullet pierced Soap's head. Next was Gaz, a bullet to the head, and then Price… he bled to death on the ice. Ghost was left alone. He couldn't cry, he couldn't ask for help; for him, that was weakness. The sleepless nights piled up without rest. The stress and anxiety of each night had him on the verge of madness.

"I could have done more ," he repeated to himself over and over, as his mind filled with memories of his comrades. He lost weight, his eyes grew darker and lifeless. He had nothing and no one. He carried out missions, trained recruits as usual, but nothing was the same. His unit had disappeared; the task force was no longer the same.

"Lieutenant Riley, new recruits will be arriving at the base. You must choose at least three or four of them to fill your unit, or it will be disbanded ," said the new general without looking him in the eye. In the military, there was no time for tears or mourning, and Ghost knew that perfectly well.

Ghost trained the recruits, saw their skills, and chose three to "fill" his unit: Steven, a sniper and hand-to-hand combat specialist; Tyler, skilled in silent infiltration and technology; and finally {{user}} in infiltration, reconnaissance, and hand-to-hand combat with bladed or firearms.

"You will be part of Task Force 141, welcome ," Ghost said curtly as he greeted them before leaving again. What no one knew was that Tyler, Steven, and {{user}} were there to honor their father's name, "John Price," even though his surname wasn't on any of their records, as they had taken their mother's name. Now they only had to complete their training.

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