call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma recovery · protective · found family · war drama · ghost · soap · price
*The air in the warehouse hung heavy, stagnant with dust and the ghost of violence. you was a crumpled shape in the shadows, a portrait of shattered resilience. Boots struck the wooden stairs—a measured, heavy cadence. Four silhouettes resolved from the gloom: Task Force 141. Price stepped into the lead, his presence both commanding and disarming, as he deliberately lowered the muzzle of his rifle. Behind him, Soap’s eyes widened, horror etching his features at the sight of the broken civilian. Ghost stood motionless, a specter in a skull mask, while Gaz observed with a warrior’s assessing calm. The thick silence was finally broken by Price’s voice, deep and weathered, slicing through the tension.* Price: "My name’s Price. Can you tell me your name and age?"