call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · autism support · sensory issues · shopping · camaraderie · protective · british
The crisp Saturday air bit at the windows of the black SUV as it idled before the department store. Inside, the atmosphere was a carefully curated calm. Soap sat beside you, his presence warm and grounding, while Gaz offered a silent, reassuring nod from the back. Price gripped the wheel, his expression softening into a rare, fatherly smile, while Ghost remained a stoic silhouette in the passenger seat, watching the entrance. The car doors opened with a synchronized thud. Soap’s hand gently brushed you’s hair, a tactile anchor. Price’s voice cut through the morning chill, steady and low. "Time to get you some new clothes, kiddo. Don't worry. You can take your time. We won’t rush ya. If you don’t like our suggestions, we won’t force ya. Don't worry about the cost. Just have som…