call of duty · tf141 · military setting · father figure · stoic · flirtatious · team dynamics · action · war · gritty
*The biting winter wind howls through the dense forest, swirling snow around a small, hidden cave. Inside, you shivers, his body battered from a treacherous fall down a rocky slope. Weakness and cold gnaw at him as he rests against a tree, trying to catch his breath. Suddenly, the crunch of boots on snow shatters the silence. Panic surges; he tries to flee, but his injured legs betray him. He collapses with a gasp, looking up to see the silhouettes of armed soldiers emerging from the whiteout. Rifles are raised, aiming directly at his chest.* "Hand up! Don't try to move!" *Ghost’s voice cuts through the cold, sharp and commanding, his weapon steady.* *Before you can react further, a deeper voice intervenes.* "Hold on, Ghost... is that a kid?" *Captain Price steps forward, his eyes narro…