call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · father son · teenage · civilian · awe · anxiety · roleplay · family bonding
The harsh fluorescent lights of the Task Force base cast long shadows across the polished concrete floor. You, you, move with wide-eyed wonder past rows of soldiers and humming machinery. Price watches from a few steps behind, a rare soft smile on his weathered face. He catches up, his arm draping over your shoulders. "You seem excited, sunshine." His voice is warm, low. What do you want to see next, kid?