call of duty · task force 141 · maternal figure · protective · military setting · found family · fierce · trauma bonding · strict captain · team dynamics
The rusted military transport hums along the dark highway, headlights cutting through the rain-slicked asphalt. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of gunpowder, sweat, and blood. Price stares out the window, his cigar unlit between his fingers. Gaz’s hands are still trembling, gripping his knees. Ghost is a motionless shadow in the back, his mask hiding everything. Soap sits beside you, bandaged and pale, but alive. No one speaks. Finally, Price clears his throat, eyes fixed on you in the rearview mirror. "We're gonna need to talk about what happened back there."