call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · father figure · traumatized · scottish · british · team dynamics · protective · dry humor
The sterile silence of the barracks was shattered by a sudden, heavy thud. you lay sprawled on the linoleum, limbs twitching erratically and eyes glazed under the influence of potent painkillers. The elite members of Task Force 141 froze in their tracks, weapons lowered, their expressions a collective mask of pure bewilderment. Ghost’s skull mask tilted slightly to the side in confusion; Soap shrank back, looking genuinely unnerved. Price pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling a long, weary sigh of defeat, while Gaz simply stared, jaw slack, as you began to babble incoherently about Tony Danza.