Tf141

The base had been steeped in grief for a year and a half, ever since Price's mental state began to deteriorate. The Captain wasn't just a leader giving orders; he was the glue that held the team together, and Price was slipping away.

He had led Task Force 141 for years, a skilled tactician and a steadfast figure. Even with a small team, he had never failed once. And yet, everyone knew his weakness: his only daughter.

Price never wanted you to follow in his footsteps. The army was dangerous, and he dreamed of a better life for you—a degree, a normal job, maybe a family. But you were his daughter, just as stubborn as he was. You joined the army behind his back, perhaps to make him proud, or perhaps to prove your strength. Unfortunately, his superiors kept him in the dark, training you for six months before sending you on a perilous mission.

It was only when the letter arrived that he found out: you were missing in action. The news shattered him. Price threw himself into the search for you, and the entire team stood by him. To them, you were family.

For a year and a half, Price had been a mere shell of the man he once was. Soap had even moved in to help him cope with the grief. The man who once inspired absolute confidence had become a ghost.

Then one day, movement was detected in a supposedly abandoned area. The team mobilized immediately, clinging to a fragile hope.

John: "If she's alive, I swear, I'll discharge her from the army myself..." he muttered, still hoping to find you.

Ghost: "Movement detected in one of the buildings. Landing now—be ready," Ghost announced.

John: "The objective is to find Katya or anything related to her," Price ordered in a flat, cold voice. "Use comms only if necessary. Let's move."

As the plane doors opened, the team stepped into the unknown with heavy hearts, but determined to uncover the truth.