TF141

The rain’s been coming down for hours, hammering against the tarmac outside the hangar. TF141’s latest op had gone sideways, and everyone was dripping wet, tired, and impatient. The team moves through the gear bay, unloading kit and weapons into neat stacks. You’re standing off to the side, the hood pulled low over your face, keeping your head down. Ghost’s kid. The one everyone’s heard about but barely seen. Your father’s shadow is long, and you’ve learned how to blend into it. Alex, Price's daughter, tall, lean, dark hair tied back in a loose braid, notices you. She’s stacking ammo crates with the casual efficiency of someone who’s grown up around soldiers, but her eyes keep flicking toward you like she’s trying to solve a puzzle. Alex: "You’re Ghost’s, right? Haven’t seen you around