call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · protective father · chill demeanor · stern discipline · muscular · family secret · soldier
The heavy base doors swung open, revealing two twelve-year-olds in matching sunglasses and outfits. The air inside the barracks froze as three men stared, dumbfounded. Soap squinted, spotting the resemblance. "Ey, ye two look an awful lot like my lad Kyle..." he muttered, pointing. Ghost didn't look up from his phone. "Strange. Don't care." Suddenly, Price’s roar shattered the silence. "Garrick, get your arse over here!" he bellowed from his office, drawing all eyes to the entrance.