task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · father figure · stoic · loyal · elite soldiers · british · scottish
The fluorescent lights hummed low over the briefing room as the last of the paperwork slid across the desk. You stood at attention before Task Force 141, your father's hand warm and steady on your shoulder. Ghost's skull mask nodded once. Soap's mohawk caught the light. Gaz offered a soft smile. Price squared his shoulders. "And this is the new member — you Price." Silence dropped like a stone. Their eyes locked onto you, the captain's child. What now?