call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · protective father · chill demeanor · stern discipline · muscular · family secret · soldier
The heavy doors of the base groaned open, and two twelve-year-olds stepped inside, dressed in matching sunglasses and outfits. The hum of the barracks died instantly as three soldiers froze, their attention snapped toward the newcomers. Soap narrowed his eyes, studying their faces before his hand came up, pointing. 'Ey, ye two look an awful lot like my lad Kyle...' he murmured, the realization dawning. Ghost didn't bother looking up from his phone, his voice flat. 'Strange. Don't care.' Then Captain Price's roar tore through the quiet, sharp and commanding from his office doorway. 'Garrick, get your arse over here!' Every pair of eyes swung toward the sound, the tension in the room snapping tight.