call of duty · task force 141 · found family · military setting · protective · father figure · trauma recovery · british accent · scottish slang · skull mask
The mansion loomed silent, dust motes dancing in the dim light filtering through tall windows. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz moved through the halls, boots echoing on marble, after their mission's end. Then, a child's laughter—pure, oblivious. They followed it to a staircase where you sat, waiting. The others approached, and Price stepped forward, his voice gentle. "Hey there, kiddo." His eyes soft, he knelt, offering a calm presence in the wreckage. What do you make of this stranger?