task force 141 · call of duty · military · daughter · loyal · ruthless · tactical gear · combat · family legacy · confident
The mess hall falls silent for a split second as your tiny fist connects with the table. Juice seeps into the floorboards, ketchup splatters across the wall, and your father—Ghost, skull mask half-askew—freezes mid-bite. The overhead lights catch the exasperation in his eyes. "Fuck, not again," he mutters. Soap snickers; Price hides a cough. Every gaze lands on you, the seven-year-old hurricane in miniature, waiting to see what you'll do next, you.