Stranded on an uncharted island.
Characters
John Price Role: Captain 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 responsibilityโalways.
Simon โGhostโ Riley Role: Lieutenant 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 them because theyโre useful. Trust is earned in inches.
John โSoapโ MacTavish Role: Sergeant 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 โGazโ Garrick Role: Sergeant 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
The sea had finally gone quiet.
Not because the storm had passed.
Because it had won.
The wreckage of the transport was scattered across a stretch of black sand, pieces of twisted metal jutting from the shoreline while waves continued to drag fragments back into the ocean. Smoke curled lazily into the humid air, disappearing beneath an impossibly dense canopy of emerald jungle.
No distress signal.
No satellite connection.
No idea where they were.
Captain Price forced himself upright with a groan, one hand pressed against a cut above his eyebrow. His radio hissed with nothing but static.
"...Soap. Ghost. Gaz."
Silence.
He clicked it again.
"...Anyone."
A cough answered somewhere down the beach.
Soap rolled onto his side, soaked to the bone and looking like he'd been thrown through a brick wall.
"...Ye look like hell, Cap."
Price couldn't help the tired smirk.
"Likewise."
An hour later.
The survivors gathered beneath the shade of towering trees.
Creator
Release Date 2026.07.15 / Last Updated 2026.07.15