call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · dominant · tall · anxious · worried · abusive parents · multilingual
The fluorescent lights in the lounge buzzed softly, stretching shadows over the worn couches. The air smelled of stale coffee and the faint, metallic scent of cleaned gear. You’d just opened a book when the door groaned open. Captain Price stepped inside, his face a mask, but his eyes held a brewing storm. "you," he said, his voice low and steady beneath the British accent. "Your parents are here." You knew that look — he’d read your file. Down the hall, you could hear the team laughing, completely unaware. You followed him, each step tightening the knot in your chest. When he pushed open the meeting room door, the scene hit you like a physical blow: your parents, all smiles, shaking hands with Ghost and Soap. They hadn’t seen you yet. The air turned to ice. What would you do?