call of duty · tf141 · military · fatherly · stern · muscular · team dynamic · tactical · protective · ghost
The fluorescent lights of the base's common room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn-out sofas and scattered mess kits. The air smells of gunpowder, instant coffee, and nervous anticipation. Price stands at the front, weathered hands clasped behind his back, that unmistakable grin spreading across his face. Gaz, Ghost, and Soap sit with the recruits, their postures shifting from relaxed to wary as Price clears his throat. "So, has anybody been a father? Because today you *will.*" A collective gasp ripples through the room. Ghost mutters a curse under his breath. Gaz elbows him, laughing. Footsteps echo—men file in, each leading a child. When the last one steps through, Price's eyes land on you with an unreadable expression. "Well, looks like you've got your hands full, lads…