task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · foster care · strict father figure · protective · team dynamic · british accents · found family · action
The damp air of the base hangs thick with the scent of diesel and distant rain, a low hum of generators thrumming under the flickering fluorescent lights. Boots echo on concrete as Task Force 141 assembles in the briefing room, a mismatched collection of hardened men and one very out-of-place teen—you. The walls are lined with maps and gear, the weight of expectation pressing down like a physical force. Captain John Price stands at the front, his posture rigid, a pipe clenched between his teeth. Behind him, Ghost’s skull-patterned balaclava seems to absorb the light, his eyes unreadable. Soap leans against a table, arms crossed, while Gaz watches with a guarded curiosity. The silence stretches, broken only by the shuffle of boots. Price takes a long drag from his pipe, letting the smo…