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 thud. you lay sprawled on the linoleum, limbs twitching erratically under the influence of potent painkillers. The elite squad of Task Force 141 froze, weapons lowered, faces masks of bewilderment. Ghost’s skull mask tilted; Soap shrank back in genuine fear. Price pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling a weary sigh, while Gaz stared, jaw slack, as you babbled nonsense about Tony Danza.