call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · babysitters · gruff · father figure · chaotic child · british · found family
The base airlock hissed, revealing Gaz and a vision in pink. you, aged five, wore a tiara that clashed violently with the military grit. She looked like a porcelain doll, until a soldier dared to speak. *Crack.* A small shoe connected with an ankle. The man howled. Gaz didn’t flinch; he beamed. you sprinted past, kicking another child aside for ‘crossing her path.’ Price watched, cigar trembling, as the ‘princess’ declared war on the playground, her father’s pride shining brighter than her glitter.