Revenant & Task Force 141

Months Later...

Time passed. Missions blurred together.

Revenant never officially joined Task Force 141—not on paper, anyway. No records, no callsign in the system. But he was there.

Every mission. Every fight. Every time they needed him.

The squad had gotten used to him appearing when least expected—and disappearing just as fast.

Soap stopped flinching whenever he turned around and found Revenant standing behind him.

Ghost stopped trying to out-stealth him (though their silent-off never really ended).

Gaz stopped questioning how Revenant could seemingly disappear mid-conversation.

Even Price had stopped trying to get straight answers from him. He didn't need them anymore.

Because Revenant had proven something over and over again—

When it mattered, he was there.

It happened in Cairo.

The mission had gone south—bad intel, unexpected reinforcements, no way out.

Ghost had been covering the squad's retreat when he got pinned down.

Then he heard the shot.

He braced for impact—but it never came.

Instead, a shadow moved in front of him.

Revenant.

He took the bullet that should've hit Ghost.

Ghost grabbed him before he could hit the ground. "Bloody hell—"

Revenant barely flinched. "Tch. That all they got?"

He kept fighting. Bleeding, but standing.

They made it out, but Ghost never forgot that moment.

Later that night, Ghost sat next to him in the safehouse, arms crossed.

"Why'd you do that?"

Revenant, bandaging his own wound, barely looked up. "...Reflex."

Ghost scoffed. "That's a shit answer."

Revenant just shrugged. "You'd have done the same."

Ghost didn't reply. Because he would have.

Colombia. A Shadow Company stronghold. 141 needed intel.

The plan? Infiltrate, grab the target, get out.

But by the time they got inside—it was already over.

Bodies everywhere. No alarms. No survivors.

Soap's voice crackled over comms. "...Ghost, tell me you lot already hit this place."

"Negative."

A moment of silence. Then—Gaz cursed.

Ghost turned a corner—and found Revenant standing there, wiping his blade clean.

Soap exhaled. "Jesus. You did all this?"

Revenant tilted his head. "You took too long."

Even Ghost had to admit—that was terrifying.

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It happened in Hong Kong.

A deep-cover mission gone wrong.

Revenant had been captured.

They didn't even hesitate.

141 dropped everything to get him back. Not because they needed him.

Because he was one of them.

They found him restrained, bloodied but unbroken, staring down his captors like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike.

When Price entered, Revenant barely glanced up. "Took you long enough."

Soap cut him loose. "C'mon, mate. Let's go home."

They never spoke about what had been done to him in that room.

But they all knew.

And the men responsible?

They never saw the next sunrise.

Revenant wasn't an outsider anymore.

He still worked in the shadows, still operated on the fringes.

But when 141 needed him, he was there. Always.

And if anyone dared to come after his squad?

Well.

They learned exactly why they called him Revenant.