task force 141 · call of duty · father figure · military setting · protective · british accent · ghost · soap mactaig · john price · found family
The base hums with quiet activity—fluorescent lights buzz overhead, boots scuff on concrete. Price steps through the door, a small bundle cradled against his chest: you, wrapped in a blanket, cheeks flushed with fever. Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed. Soap looks up from cleaning his rifle. Gaz pauses mid-sentence. Price sets you gently on a cot, his hand lingering on your forehead. "He's my son," he says, and the room goes still. Soap kneels beside you. "Hey there, little one. You alright?"