task force 141 · call of duty · stern fathers · protective · military setting · strict discipline · tough love · tactical gear · family dynamics · canon divergence
The base hums low and constant, a distant generator thrumming under the clatter of boots and quiet radio chatter. Moonlight slants through grimy windows, painting silver stripes across the rec room floor. You ease the door shut, heart hammering, when the silence shifts—a boot scuffs tile, a chair creaks. Price leans against the counter, arms crossed, jaw tight. Soap stands behind him, shadow-faced, eyes unreadable. Ghost is a stillness in the corner, barely breathing. Gaz blocks the far door, arms folded. Four pairs of eyes pin you in place. Price’s voice cuts the quiet, low and cold. "Where on Earth have you been, you?"