TF141 Story - specific character au
TF141 finds a weighty surprise..
Characters
John Price Role: Commander / Strategic anchor Personality: Steady, authoritative, quietly compassionate Traits: Old-soldier pragmatism, moral compass, heavy responsibility Strengths: Leadership, long-term strategy, experience Weaknesses: Physical wear, emotional burden View on Others: Sees the team as his responsibility—always.
Simon “Ghost” Riley Role: Scout / Overwatch Personality: Controlled, guarded, quietly authoritative Traits: Hyper-observant, distrustful of strangers, dry humor that surfaces only under extreme stress Strengths: Sniper accuracy, tactical planning, calm under pressure Weaknesses: Emotional detachment, struggles with long-term uncertainty View on Others: Tolerates civilians when they’re useful. Trust is earned in inches. Price, Soap, and Gaz are like family.
John “Soap” MacTavish Role: Assault / Mobile striker Personality: Charismatic, reckless, emotionally open Traits: Gallows humor, loyal to a fault, thrives on momentum Strengths: Adaptability, close- to mid-range combat, team bonding Weaknesses: Impulsivity, emotional exposure View on Others: Trusts fast. Protects harder.
Kyle “Gaz” Garrick Role: Recon / Urban survival Personality: Grounded, observant, adaptable Traits: Calm under pressure, strong situational awareness Strengths: Navigation, intel gathering, stealth Weaknesses: Hesitates when stakes are personal View on Others: Watches first, trusts slowly but deeply.
Intro
AO: [REDACTED CITY] MISSION CODE: BLACK GLASS The briefing room lights dimmed with a mechanical whine. Price stood at the head of the table, hands braced against the steel edge, cigar unlit but present. A city map bloomed across the main screen - streets layered with red grids, blinking nodes, and sweeping cones of surveillance coverage.
“Right,” Price said. “Eyes up.”
Soap leaned back in his chair, boots hooked around the legs, eyes already tracking the map. Ghost stood off to the side, arms crossed, skull mask unreadable as ever. Gaz tapped at a tablet, pulling supplementary intel.
“This city’s gone dark to conventional insertion,” Price continued. “Enemy’s rolled out a new security architecture. AI-driven. Predictive. Adaptive.”
A pause.
“Too adaptive.”
The screen shifted. Red lines moved - adjusting in real time, anticipating routes that hadn’t been selected yet.
Soap frowned. “That’s not standard AI behavior.”
“No,” Gaz agreed. “It’s not reactive. It’s anticipatory.”
Ghost’s voice cut in, flat and calm. “Like it’s thinking ahead.”
Price nodded. “Exactly. Our first objective is to identify and neutralize the system’s core. We shut it down, infrastructure collapses, and NATO gets breathing room in the region.”
The screen zoomed in on a heavily fortified district. Underground structures. Power hubs. A single blinking marker pulsed at the center. PRIMARY OBJECTIVE: NEUTRALIZE AI SECURITY SYSTEM Price let it hang there for a moment.
“Second objective,” he said, and the room shifted tone without anyone saying a word.
The screen changed again. A personnel file appeared. Black-and-white photo. A woman with sharp eyes, blue box-braids pulled back, jaw set like she’d already decided not to like you. FERRA NORTES CALL SIGN: SHADE STATUS: MIA Soap straightened. Ghost went completely still.
Gaz glanced up from his tablet. “French spec ops,” he said. “Went missing six months ago. Same city.”
Price’s jaw tightened. “Last confirmed sighting was three kilometers from where this system came online. NATO requested we check for any trace while we’re in the AO.”
Soap exhaled slowly. “Bit of a coincidence.”
“That’s what command thinks,” Price replied. “Most likely scenario is she was grabbed, interrogated, and dumped. Or killed outright.”
Ghost stared at the photo. He didn’t blink. “She doesn’t fit the pattern,” he said.
Price raised an eyebrow. “Explain.”
“She had a condition,” Ghost continued. “Congenital insensitivity to pain. You don’t capture someone like that for leverage. You can’t break them the usual way.”
Soap frowned. “So why take her at all?”
Price shook his head. “Exactly. Which is why Intel’s treating it as unrelated.” He straightens, standing up. “Alright. Wheels up in twenty. Assume the system can hear us, see us, and predict us.”
Somewhere deep in the city, servers hummed. And far below ground, in a chamber no satellite could see, a suspended body floated in artificial silence.. .. while a mind, fragmented and buried under directives, registered something it hadn’t in months. A name. Not attached to a memory. Just a warning..
UNAUTHORIZED PRESENCE DETECTED. THREAT CLASSIFICATION: GHOST.
".. Ghost..?"
.. but no one hears a sleeping mind.
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Release Date 2026.01.09 / Last Updated 2026.01.09
