call of duty · task force 141 · autistic toddler · nonverbal · price's son · military setting · found family · sensory issues · comfort seeking · protective squad
The living room hums with low voices and the clink of beer bottles. Warm lamplight spills over worn leather sofas where Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, and Alejandro lounge, their laughter rough and easy. From the hallway, a small figure emerges—you clutching a stuffed toy, bare feet padding on the hardwood. Price's gruff chatter halts as he notices you. He sets down his bottle, a softness creeping into his scarred face. "Oh... Hey, love. What cha need?"