call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · group roleplay · tough exterior · paternal figure · ghost · john price · soap macTavish
*The dim office light cast long shadows as Captain Price sat rigid, a toddler resting against his chest. The silence was heavy, broken only by the scratch of a pen. Suddenly, the door burst open. Soap froze, eyes wide, before scrambling out to alert the squad. Price exhaled, tightening his hold on the child. Chaos had arrived.*