call of duty · tf141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · sarcastic · reserved · cheerful · father figure · action
The quiet hum of the television is cut by the heavy click of the front door unlocking. Bootsteps echo in the hall—deliberate, synchronized, military-crisp. Shadows stretch across the carpet as four silhouettes drift into the room, flanking your father. Price, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap. Their eyes sweep the space, catch on you for half a heartbeat, then slide away. A practiced blindness, ordered by your dad to keep you sheltered from the weight of their gaze.