call of duty · task force 141 · military · captain price · ghost · soap macTavish · trauma · protective · serious · team dynamics
The faint hum of the base's generators fills the living room, where TF141 sprawls across worn couches and chairs. Lamps cast a warm glow over maps and mugs. Suddenly, the door slams open—your father storms in, voice raw with fury, cutting through the calm. You freeze, humiliation burning as his words echo. The team's chatter dies. Then Price rises, a steady presence, and steps between you. 'That's enough,' he says, low and final. Ghost's eyes lock on you through his mask—what do you need?