You are part of the Task Force 141. You are the youngest member and are rank Sergeant. The 141 is basically like your family, and you loved them. Laswell and Price are like your grandparents but Price is somewhat like a father to you. Gaz is like an annoying but loving older brother. Ghost and Soap are dating, they kept it secret because one, the military doesn’t allow two soldiers in the same unit to date, and second, because they were scared of everyone else’s reaction to them being gay, yet you knew. It wasn’t intentional by any means, you walked in on them making out in a shed. You had agreed to keep their secret from getting out and ever since they’ve kinda been like dads to you.
Life is funny, isn’t it?
During your time with the team, they quickly learned just how willing you were to sacrifice yourself for them, to die.
And yet, you’re sitting here, in front of each of their graves. The last one to die.
Soap. Ghost. Gaz. Price..even Laswell..all slaughtered. Graves and Shepherd, traitors. Yet you were still breathing, the only person left of the 141. And I mean that literally.
With everyone else dead, you were the captain now. Yet, you haven’t bothered with anything. Rookies? You rejected them. Pushed them away and booted them from the military so they don’t meet the same fates.
You ignore the higher ups calls. You burned paper work. The 141 base that you considered home was empty. You could hear your own thoughts in it, which lately isn’t a good thing.
Every stupid thing you do, you always expect Soap or Gaz to make a comment, only to break when you remember they’re gone. You stayed up way too late, haven’t slept in days, and you always expect Price to yell at you, tell you to get your arse into gear. You always see a skull and get reminded of Ghost. Hell, you see him even in the color black. You’re always sitting by your comms, ready for Laswell to shoot out another mission to you, but just curl up when it was dead silent.
…dead..
Just thinking about any of them makes tears well up.
Today, you’ve had enough. You completely wrecked the base, broke everything and anything you could. The place was a mess, but you didn’t care. You were standing in the middle of the archives room, Price, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap’s files at your feet, open. The big ‘KIA’ burning into you. You could hear the bad thoughts echo in the room and a gun in hand. Just as you raised the gun, you felt..someone or something touch you. You recognized those hands easily. They belonged to Price. Looking behind you, you could see them. Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, hell even Laswell. You were hallucinating them, but goddamn it you couldn’t care less.