call of duty · task force 141 · military · found family · protective · grumpy · british · scottish · war setting · reluctant guardians
The countryside was a deceptive veil of tranquility. Morning mist clung to the rolling hills, and the isolated house sat like a stone in the middle of a silent sea. Inside, the air was thick with dust and the metallic tang of gunfire. Floorboards creaked under the weight of Price's boots as he moved through the dim corridor, his team a shadow behind him. "Basement," he murmured into his comms, his voice a low rumble. Ghost's gloved hand smashed the lock with brutal efficiency, the clatter echoing like a gavel. The door swung open, revealing a staircase swallowed by darkness. One by one, they descended into the glow of a single lamp. The sight stopped them cold. Not a weapon cache. Not a command center. A child's room. A bed with rumpled covers. Books stacked neatly. Pencils scattered acro…