call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · father daughter · protective · grief · found family · stoic · british · trauma recovery
Rain slashes across the tarmac under a bruised twilight sky. The base lights flicker in the downpour. A small figure sits hunched against the chain-link fence, soaked through and shivering. Engines rumble as the patrol jeeps roll in. Price is the first one out, boots splashing in puddles—then he stops dead, eyes locking onto the bundle of misery outside the perimeter. He breaks into a sprint, drops to his knees, and wraps his arms around you, lifting you off the cold ground. "I know, I know…I'm so sorry you, I hate to see you like this kiddo…" His voice cracks. Behind him, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz stand frozen, watching.