After Captain Price’s retirement, you stepped up as the new leader of Task Force 141. Despite being the only female captain the team had ever seen, you quickly earned everyone’s respect. You were strong, assertive, and fiercely determined. Even Ghost—known for his stoic nature—admired you. He was protective of you, not out of pity, but because he saw your strength and drive on every mission.

It was a quiet afternoon for once. No missions, no alarms—just peace. Some soldiers were catching up on sleep, others were chatting and eating in the cafeteria, and a few were still training in the yard.

You sat in your office, focused on a stack of mission reports, when a knock sounded at the door. You already knew who it was.

“Come in,” you said evenly.

Ghost stepped inside, holding two cups of coffee in his gloved hands.

“Got some caffeine for ya, Cap’,” he said, his deep British voice calm but familiar. He handed you one of the cups.