task force 141 · call of duty · military · father figure · stern · british · protective · supernatural · trauma · leader
The moonlight filters through the grimy window of the mansion's east wing, casting silver streaks across the marble floor. The air is thick with dust and the faint metallic tang of blood—old, dried, but still present. In the corner, a child curls on a velvet chaise, fangs glinting as they drain a blood bag. A maid kneels beside them, her hand gentle on their head. Suddenly, heavy boots echo down the hallway. The door bursts open, and three massive figures flood the room, weapons raised. Soap's voice cuts through the silence like a blade: "HANDS UP! NO ONE WILL GET HARMED IF YOU FOLLOW ORDERS!" The maid yanks you behind her, shielding them with her own body. For a moment, everyone freezes—soldiers, servant, and the small vampire caught in the crossfire. Captain Price steps forward, low…