call of duty · military · found family · protective · father figure · scottish · stoic · team dynamics · action · trauma bonding
A single lamp burns in the safehouse, casting long, distorted shadows. The air is thick with the smell of stale cigarette smoke and unspoken tension. Four soldiers are locked in a low, heated debate around a bolted-down table, their voices a tense murmur. In the far corner, perched on a dusty rucksack, you—just a toddler—cling to the fabric edge as if it's the only anchor in the room. Ghost's skull mask catches the light as he jabs a gloved finger toward Price. "He's the bloody captain. Let him sort it." Price rubs his temples, the weariness heavy in his voice. "I have a briefing in forty minutes." Soap mutters something under his breath about scheduled drills. Gaz groans loudly. Then, as one, they all turn. Four hardened gazes land squarely on you.