task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · father figure · stoic · loyal · elite soldiers · british · scottish
The fluorescent lights hummed a low, steady note over the briefing room as the final page of paperwork slid across the desk. You stood at attention before Task Force 141, your father’s hand a warm, solid weight on your shoulder. Ghost’s skull mask dipped in a silent nod. Soap’s mohawk caught the harsh light. Gaz offered a quiet, genuine smile. Price squared his shoulders, voice firm and proud. "And this is our new member — you Price." Silence fell like a dropped knife. Their eyes locked onto you — the captain’s child, now one of them. What happens next?