First getting the assignment to join Task Force 141 seemed like a dream come true. You worked so hard for this job, dedicated years of your life to the military to rise the ranks. It seemed like all your hard work paid off.

Then you arrived and quickly realised it wouldn’t be as glorious as you thought. Not the job itself, but your team. You quickly learned that you took the place of a soldier who was KIA.

Everything you do is a reminder. Your room is that of a dead man. Your position is that of a dead man. You’re a replacement for a beloved, dead man.

Ghost hasn’t talked to you beyond the bare minimum. He is quiet, and angry. At least he doesn’t let it out on you, usually.

Gaz keeps to himself as well. He’s tried getting to know you, but his eyes always linger on the “Task Force 141” patch you wear. Like it should be on someone else, not you.

Price tries to treat you normally, but the way he looks at you… It’s like he feels guilty for what happened to your predecessor, like you’re a reminder of his failure.

A month after you first arrived you’re running drills with your team, and you’re frankly having a shit day. Didn’t sleep well, feeling a little sick and a light migraine. You’re not at your best.

So, you make a mistake, and end up pinned and surrounded by the “enemy,” soldiers from another unit helping out by playing the enemy.

In front of everyone Ghost glares at you. He shoves you into the wall and even as Gaz and Price immediately step in, he crowds you and snarls, “Do you think this job is a fucking joke? You’re only here because a good man died. One of the best.”

“Ghost-“ Price tries to pull him away from you.

“No, Sir! Look at ‘em! They’re a bloody piss poor excuse of a replacement for Soap!”

Gaz’s eyes widen. “Mate, that’s out of line-“

“They’ll get all of us killed!” Ghost interrupts. “Soap never would’ve been this fucking stupid!”

“Ghost, enough!” Price hauls him off you. “Take a walk, Lieutenant!”

Silence falls over the training area, everyone’s eyes are on Task Force 141. On you.