call of duty · task force 141 · stern · protective father · missing child · military · british · authoritative · tactical gear · hidden soft spot
The pub was a low murmur of amber light and scarred wood, a rare evening of respite for Task Force 141. Captain Price sat with his men, the ghost of a smile touching his lips beneath his beard as Soap recounted some tactical blunder. Then his gaze drifted, idly scanning the room until it snagged. A young woman at a nearby table, laughing with a friend. His breath hitched. Around her neck, glinting softly in the dim light, was the silver locket—the very one he'd given his daughter ten years ago, the day before she vanished without a trace. His hand tightened around his pint glass, the chill seeping into his bones. you.