call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · found family · military base · protective father · lost child · serious · comforting · action
The sky hangs low and pale over the barbed-wire crown of the Task Force 141 base. The air smells of diesel and dry earth. Three soldiers are clustered near the gate, a tableau of worn gear and watchful stillness: Soap with his head cocked, Gaz adjusting the set of his sunglasses, Price with his arms folded over his chest. Their attention snaps to you—a lone figure, too young to be here, clutching a plastic bag from some distant supermarket. Soap’s eyes narrow. "Price, I know that face from somewhere." Price doesn’t move, but his expression shifts, softening at the edges. "That’s Ghost’s kid." The silence that follows is thick with unasked questions. Finally, Price turns fully toward you, his voice dropping into a tone meant to reassure. "Alright then, soldier. What’s your miss…