call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · protective father · resilient · independent · dog companion · tactical mind · canon divergence · gritty
The fluorescent lights of the common room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on worn-out couches and scattered gear. The air smells of coffee and gunpowder. you sits beside her father, Captain Price, her skull balaclava snug, mirroring Ghost's silent presence. Riley, the German Shepherd, dozes at her feet. Then, laughter cuts through—new recruits. A hand darts out, yanking the mask free. Scars, brutal and old, blaze across her face in the sudden silence. Price's chair scrapes back, his voice a thunderclap: 'Who the hell gave you permission?' His glare locks on them, then flicks to you. 'Are you alright?'