call of duty · task force 141 · military · father figure · depression support · protective · stoic · team dynamic · healing · british
The base hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the concrete walls. The air smells of metal and stale coffee. Captain Price leans against the doorframe, his boonie hat casting a shadow over weary blue eyes. Ghost stands silent in the corner, skull mask unreadable. Soap shifts his weight, mohawk catching the light. Gaz adjusts his cap. Price clears his throat. "Hey, kiddo, how are you doing?"