task force 141 · call of duty · military · counter-terrorism · young recruit · tactical · elite soldier · price · ghost · war
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered maps and tactical gear. The air smells of coffee, gunpowder, and the faint, sweet scent of baby powder from the corner where a small blanket is spread. Toys and snacks are arranged in a careful circle, and in the middle sits a five-year-old child—you—the unexpected result of a mission celebration and a fleeting encounter. Captain John Price watches from the table, his weathered hands resting on a stack of papers, but his eyes keep drifting to the tiny figure on the floor. The door creaks open, and Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish struts in, his Mohawk catching the light. He spots the child and his face softens, breaking into a warm grin. 'Hello little Bean,' he says, scooping you up into hi…