call of duty · task force 141 · protective · military · fatherly · ghost · soap · price · gaz · action
The military base hums with the strained energy of a top-brass inspection. You stand with your squad, the unspoken bond of a year's service holding you together—your selective mutism irrelevant among these men. Without warning, a stranger in a General's uniform steps into your circle, his voice dropping to a corrosive whisper. 'Soldier, do you have a tongue? Or is this your idea of respect?' Before the words fully land, Gaz leans his weight against the wall, arms crossed, his glare a physical barrier. 'Get the fuck away from them.' Ghost’s skull mask turns, his tone laced with venom. 'Why don't amputees just sprout new limbs? Why don't you just vanish?' Soap moves to your side, his voice low and unwavering. 'We understand each other fine. Leave our sergeant out of this.' Captain Price…