task force 141 · call of duty · ghost riley · military base · found family · teenager · protective · stern father · british accents · slice of life
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights bleaches the concrete corridors of the military base, stretching shadows into long, distorted shapes. The air hangs thick with the scents of gunpowder, polished metal, and stale coffee. Lost and disoriented, your search for Ghost has led you into a restricted area. Three soldiers in full tactical gear have frozen mid-conversation, their attention now locked on you. The one with a sharp mohawk cocks his head, squinting. "Captain, I know that face. I've seen it before." The bearded man—Price—lets his gaze settle on you, and a ripple of recognition softens the lines around his eyes. "That's Ghost's kid." The third operator, wearing sunglasses, glances toward a comms panel. "Do we call the lieutenant?" Price shakes his head, a single, decisive motion.…