#feveruary2026

“Are you alright to drive like this?” Ghost asks Soap. “I’m fine. Just a little tired. She’s the one not alright,” Soap says, pointing to Jamie in the backseat. “Fair point, but I can drive if you need a nap.” Jamie sits in the backseat, half asleep. “I hate when she ignores being sick. She said nothing when we were preparing for the mission.” They discuss their two-day journey returning to the base. They had planned on switching who’s driving halfway through, but now think they should stop somewhere overnight.

Soap has been driving for ten hours. He and Ghost decide it is time to stop for the night. Ghost writes a list of things they’ll need to get. “I know we’re returning to base,” Ghost states, “but I want a thermometer to check her temperature now.” “Good idea. We also should get medicine and cough drops.” They also talk about dinner plans. Ghost and Soap realize Jamie may not be feeling well enough for a dinner outing. They know that takeout might be the plan, but Ghost and Soap agree that a full meal is better than fruit and nuts.

In the next town, Soap finds a store. Ghost goes to get the items. Soap looks in the backseat. Jamie is still asleep. Whether she nodded off early on remains uncertain. Soap, however, worries Jamie might have slept for most of the ten-hour drive. He exits the vehicle, proceeds to its opposite side, and opens the rear door. Soap worries about how warm Jamie feels. He understands that Jamie’s decision to push through her illness on a demanding mission probably made her feel worse. He worries Jamie had a low-grade fever that has worsened. He closes the door, gets back in the driver’s seat, and texts Price about the situation. Soap knows Price wouldn’t be pleased hearing Jamie ignored being sick and went on the mission. “What’s wrong?” Ghost asks as he gets in the car. “She feels warm.” “We’re going to the hotel first. We’ll figure out dinner after we figure out how sick she is.” Fifteen minutes later, Ghost and Soap enter a hotel room. Ghost lays Jamie on the bed. Ghost is gentle as he wakes Jamie up. Once Jamie is awake, Ghost takes her temperature. “You know she’s unwell when she’s not arguing with you about being fine,” Soap comments. The thermometer beeps. The two are concerned about Jamie’s 101° fever. They were right about Jamie having a cold. “It’s four-thirty,” Soap says. “Give her medicine now.” Ghost nods. He gets the medicine and a cup of water. Jamie takes the medicine without arguing. She lies on the bed. Ghost and Soap look for restaurants to get dinner.

The two wait an hour to see how Jamie is feeling. Ghost and Soap decide to get takeout. Soap calls in the order. Jamie is feeling a little better, but is also still tired. Ghost and Soap want to scold her for going on the mission sick, but they know Price will scold her when the three return to base.

After eating dinner, Jamie is back to sleep. Ghost lies on the bed beside Jamie, while Soap lies on the other bed. The two relax and watch TV for a while before exhaustion sets in. Both go to sleep, agreeing to be up early.

The sun shining through the window wakes the two men. They agree to wake Jamie, ensure she eats, and give her more medicine. They knew Jamie would not like being woken up. She feels too unwell to argue. Ghost and Soap knew Jamie wouldn’t have an appetite, but they get her to eat a little. After breakfast, Ghost gives Jamie medicine, and the three head out. Ghost drives the rest of the way back to the base. The two men knew Jamie would fall asleep soon after hitting the road. “Figured,” Soap comments. “She’ll need the rest. Price is furious.” “He might wait until she’s feeling better.”

After another long four-hour drive, the car pulls into the garage of the Task Force 1412 base. Ghost informed Price when they were ten minutes out, but he didn’t think Price would be waiting for them in the garage. Price descends the stairs, pissed. He opens the back door and sees Jamie asleep. “She fell asleep the second the car started moving and hasn’t woken up since,” Ghost explains. “Stupid woman,” Price mutters as he picks up Jamie. Ghost and Price watch Price go up the stairs into the base. They grab the bags and gear from the car and follow Price.

Two weeks past Soap’s death. Everyone is struggling with it, but Jamie is having the hardest time. Guilt consumes her as she feels like she could have prevented Makarov from killing Price or Soap. Gaz, Ghost, and Price watch Jamie, worried. “I know we’re all struggling with what happened, but this is concerning,” Price comments. “She’s eating very little, and I doubt she’s sleeping,” Gaz adds. Ghost watches Jamie, worried. He struggles with Soap’s death, but he knows Jamie feels guilt.

Jamie, after two days in bed with sickness, gets out of bed. She skips getting dressed, only putting on her black hoodie, and heads to the mess hall.

“Did you seriously think I wouldn’t notice?” She hears Price ask from behind her as Jamie walks down the hall. “I knew you’d do this. Plus, I was on my way to check on you.” Price leads Jamie back to her room.

Upon entering her room, Price closes the door, then instructs Jamie to go back to bed. “Now stay,” Price orders as he covers her with the blankets. Price pulls out his phone. Jamie doesn’t know what he’s doing, but it’s quick. Price puts his phone away and goes into the bathroom.

As Price walks out of the bathroom, Ghost walks into the bedroom, carrying a tray. “Perfect timing. I want her to eat after taking more medicine, and then maybe tie her to the bed.” “Really?” Ghost asks. “Perhaps. I caught her out of her room already. We know how much she doesn’t like rest.” Ghost puts the tray on Jamie’s lap. “Eat.” He leaves the room. Price sits at the desk, watching Jamie eat. He can tell she’s feeling unwell again, but she’ll still argue she’s fine and doesn’t need rest.

Task Force 141’s mission takes them on a journey through a forest. Paying close attention to their surroundings for any enemy soldiers. It’s quiet for a while before two soldiers block their path. “Come with us and we won’t hurt you,” one soldier instructs. “You’re in no position to tell us what to do,” Jamie argues. Watching the short woman argue gives the soldiers a laugh. They agree to fight her, thinking they’ll win. Gaz, Ghost, Soap, and Price don’t like that Jamie is deciding to fight the soldiers alone. “She acts like a rookie with poor teamwork skills,” Soap mutters. The two soldiers aim their guns at Jamie. Gaz, Ghost, Soap, and Price watch worried, ready to step in if they have to. They’ve never seen Jamie stop bullets being fired at her. Jamie drops the bullets on the ground and attacks the two soldiers. After a brief fight, the two soldiers retreat. “Cowards,” Jamie comments. “You’re going to get yourself hurt one of these days doing that,” Price scolds. “I don’t care that you’ve been doing this for twenty-four years. You act like a rookie jumping into fights.” “That’s what you think,” Jamie argues. This angers Price. He’s about to argue with her until Ghost stops him. Reminding the captain of the mission they have to complete.

Everyone is in the mess hall, eating breakfast and talking about today’s training. The talk quickly turns to Jamie’s absence from the mess hall.”It’s not like her to sleep in,” Ghost says. “Especially when she knows it’s a training day.”“I’ll go check on her,” Price says as he stands from his seat. The others know he’s prepared to scold Jamie.

Price enters Jamie’s room without knocking. He sees her in bed. He approaches the bed, ready to scold her. “Don’t get too close,” Jamie warns before coughing. ”Don’t be ridiculous.” Price feels Jamie’s forehead. “You’re burning up.” He goes into the bathroom to find the thermometer.

A few minutes later, Price discovers Jamie has the flu. “I told you to wear a scarf,” Price scolds, remembering Jamie’s refusal to wear one on the mission a few days ago. “Like that would have helped.” “Ok, you’re right. You might have been sick already, or someone else here is sick. I’ll be right back with medicine.”

When Price walks into the room with medicine, he sees Jamie struggling to stay awake. He was hoping to get her to eat first. Instead, he gives her the medicine and lets her rest. Price promises to come back in a few hours.

The others don’t like hearing that Jamie is sick. They know it’s possible since it’s cold and flu season. “We continue as planned,” Price tells them. “I’ll check on her in a few hours. I suspect she’s asleep by now.”

“Seriously?” Ghost asks. “Yeah, it’s something to cheer her up,” Soap says. “You know how much she hates being sick. Plus, since she can’t ignore being sick.” “Fine, I’ll help.” Ghost walks toward the mess hall while Soap heads for the garage.

Soap is back an hour later. Ghost can’t believe what the Scotsman bought. “What are you planning?” “To set up a nice, tranquil space.”

In the kitchen, Soap picks up the soup and head to Jamie’s room, with Ghost following him.

The two enter the room, seeing Jamie asleep. Ghost puts the bowl of soup on the desk. He observes Soap setting a candle upon the nightstand, igniting it, then positioning a sunflower-filled vase on the other end of the nightstand. “Her favorite candle scent and flowers.” “I don’t think that’s going to keep her from complaining.” Soap shakes Jamie’s shoulder. “Come on, wake up.” “No, sleep,” Jamie whines without opening her eyes. “Come on, you haven’t eaten in some time.” Ghost sits at the desk, watching Soap’s attempt to wake Jamie.

It takes a few minutes to wake Jamie. Soap sits her up and props the pillows to support her. “Finally,” Soap smiles. He gets the bowl of soup from the desk. “You need to eat. I’ll feed you if I have to.” Soap picks up the spoon and begins feeding Jamie. He forgets Ghost is sitting at the desk, who takes some pictures. After taking a few pictures, he grabs the medicine from Jamie’s bathroom.

Once Jamie finishes the soup, Soap gives her the medicine and lays her back in bed. “Now you can go back to sleep.” Jamie is too sick to protest. Soap blows out the candle and gathers the soup bowl. Ghost and Soap leave the room. “You know she’s very sick when she doesn’t whine that she’s fine,” Ghost comments. “Yeah, it’s bad. I probably should have checked her temperature.” “She’ll be trying to get back to training while sick soon enough.”

Jamie, after two days in bed with sickness, gets out of bed. She skips getting dressed, only putting on her black hoodie, and heads to the mess hall.

“Did you seriously think I wouldn’t notice?” She hears Price ask from behind her as Jamie walks down the hall. “I knew you’d do this. Plus, I was on my way to check on you.” Price leads Jamie back to her room.

Upon entering her room, Price closes the door, then instructs Jamie to go back to bed. “Now stay,” Price orders as he covers her with the blankets. Price pulls out his phone. Jamie doesn’t know what he’s doing, but it’s quick. Price puts his phone away and goes into the bathroom.

As Price walks out of the bathroom, Ghost walks into the bedroom, carrying a tray. “Perfect timing. I want her to eat after taking more medicine, and then maybe tie her to the bed.” “Really?” Ghost asks. “Perhaps. I caught her out of her room already. We know how much she doesn’t like rest.” Ghost puts the tray on Jamie’s lap. “Eat.” He leaves the room. Price sits at the desk, watching Jamie eat. He can tell she’s feeling unwell again, but she’ll still argue she’s fine and doesn’t need rest.

Jamie feels like she did a few days ago after eating. Price takes the tray and puts it on the desk. He then feels her forehead. “You’re still sick with a fever.” He gives her medicine and lays her down. “You still need to rest.” Price sits at the desk, watching Jamie, waiting for her to get up. He sighs, relieved once Jamie is asleep.

Ghost is unhappy that Price assigned him to look after Jamie for the entire day, rather than checking on her. He thought the issue was that Price didn’t trust Jamie to stay in bed, and Price is busy today. Unbeknownst to him, Price had checked on Jamie and is worried about Jamie being alone.

Ghost enters Jamie’s room. He sees how ill Jamie looks in her bed. As he approaches the bed, he sees Jamie is awake. He gets out his phone to text Price. Ghost: You didn’t tell me how sick she was. Price: And now you know why I want you to stay with her. I suspect her fever is up again. Ghost feels Jamie’s forehead with his gloved hand. The leather feels nice on her forehead. Jamie stops Ghost from removing his hand from her forehead. "I can’t remain in this position for the entire day. Besides, the cold feeling won’t last long. Let me get something better to help.” Ghost goes to the bathroom to grab some things.

“Seriously?” Ghost asks. “Yeah, it’s something to cheer her up,” Soap says. “You know how much she hates being sick. Plus, since she can’t ignore being sick.” “Fine, I’ll help.” Ghost walks toward the mess hall while Soap heads for the garage.

Soap is back an hour later. Ghost can’t believe what the Scotsman bought. “What are you planning?” “To set up a nice, tranquil space.” In the kitchen, Soap picks up the soup and head to Jamie’s room, with Ghost following him. 

The two enter the room, seeing Jamie asleep. Ghost puts the bowl of soup on the desk. He observes Soap setting a candle upon the nightstand, igniting it, then positioning a sunflower-filled vase on the other end of the nightstand. “Her favorite candle scent and flowers.” “I don’t think that’s going to keep her from complaining.” Soap shakes Jamie’s shoulder. “Come on, wake up.” “No, sleep,” Jamie whines without opening her eyes. “Come on, you haven’t eaten in some time.” Ghost sits at the desk, watching Soap’s attempt to wake Jamie.

It takes a few minutes to wake Jamie. Soap sits her up and props the pillows to support her. “Finally,” Soap smiles. He gets the bowl of soup from the desk. “You need to eat. I’ll feed you if I have to.” Soap picks up the spoon and begins feeding Jamie. He forgets Ghost is sitting at the desk, who takes some pictures. After taking a few pictures, he grabs the medicine from Jamie’s bathroom.

Everyone is in the mess hall, eating breakfast and talking about today’s training. The talk quickly turns to Jamie’s absence from the mess hall.”It’s not like her to sleep in,” Ghost says. “Especially when she knows it’s a training day.”“I’ll go check on her,” Price says as he stands from his seat. The others know he’s prepared to scold Jamie.

Price enters Jamie’s room without knocking. He sees her in bed. He approaches the bed, ready to scold her. “Don’t get too close,” Jamie warns before coughing. ”Don’t be ridiculous.” Price feels Jamie’s forehead. “You’re burning up.” He goes into the bathroom to find the thermometer.

A few minutes later, Price discovers Jamie has the flu. “I told you to wear a scarf,” Price scolds, remembering Jamie’s refusal to wear one on the mission a few days ago. “Like that would have helped.” “Ok, you’re right. You might have been sick already, or someone else here is sick. I’ll be right back with medicine.”

When Price walks into the room with medicine, he sees Jamie struggling to stay awake. He was hoping to get her to eat first. Instead, he gives her the medicine and lets her rest. Price promises to come back in a few hours.