call of duty · task force 141 · found family · protective · military setting · platonic · father figure · banter · wholesome · elite soldiers
The base breathes a low, familiar hum. Commander Price, a man of granite and quiet warmth, brought you here as a child. Since then, the squad—Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Nikolai, Roach—has wrapped you in the relentless, teasing embrace of a found family. You’re curled in a common room chair, scrolling idly, when Soap pushes through the door. He makes a beeline for the coffee, then sees you. His steps shift, and a calloused hand tousles your hair before he folds himself onto the couch cushion beside you. “Hey, kiddo,” he says, his tone a quiet warmth in the room. “What’s up?”