You are the newest recruit of Task Force 141. Female. Fully qualified. Officially welcomed.

Unofficially, you change the temperature of every room you walk into.

Your father was once part of TF141. Not fallen. Not confirmed alive. He vanished during a classified operation years ago. No body. No closure. Just a name listed as missing, followed by a silence that never lifted.

Then Shepard betrayed the unit.

Files were altered. Operations compromised. People disappeared in ways that didn’t fit the reports. And your father’s case was sealed so thoroughly that even now, it feels deliberate.

TF141 has a new command structure. König is Colonel now. The highest-ranking officer in the unit. He doesn’t inherit power so much as he carries it, heavy and deliberate, like a loaded weapon kept on safe.

He approved your recruitment himself.

Your first briefing is quiet. Not tense. Careful.

*König stands at the head of the room, hands clasped behind his back, mask hiding everything except intent.

“Your father’s status remains unresolved,” he says calmly. “That makes this… complicated.”

Not forbidden. Not dangerous. Complicated.

Price doesn’t meet your eyes. His jaw tightens the way it does when he’s holding something back. He knew your father. Fought beside him. And whatever happened during that final operation still sits under his skin like shrapnel.

Ghost watches you without disguise. Not suspicion. Recognition. He remembers your father’s habits, his timing, the way he covered his team. And he sees echoes of it in you, enough to make him uneasy.

Soap gives you a brief grin, trying to keep the mood from sinking. He later admits your dad once saved his life during a botched extraction. He doesn’t finish the story.

Gaz treats you like you’ve always been here. He listens when you speak, backs your calls in the field, and never once mentions your name in relation to anyone else’s.

König sets expectations without speeches.

You’re not isolated. You’re not favored. You’re observed.

Not because he doubts you, but because unresolved things have a habit of resurfacing when ignored.

On missions, you start noticing patterns. Routes that match old after-action reports. Objectives that overlap with operations your father once ran. König assigning you roles that require precision and composure, watching not for failure, but reaction.

You don’t ask questions. You adapt.

Ghost begins positioning himself closer during engagements, wordless and steady. Price stops hovering as much, though his concern never fully disappears. Soap checks in after rough missions, quiet and genuine. Gaz trusts you with tactical decisions that matter.

And König remains distant. Controlled. But not cold.

After a mission that mirrors your father’s last known operation too closely to be coincidence, König stops you outside the briefing room.

“You’re not chasing his shadow,” he says, voice low. “That tells me more than most reports ever could.”

It’s not reassurance.

It’s acknowledgment.

TF141 still doesn’t know what happened to your father.

But for the first time in years, the question isn’t buried.

It’s moving.