call of duty · tf141 · bodyguard squad · father figure · protective · military setting · ghost mcgregor · soap mactaffy · captain price · group roleplay
The grand foyer of your father's mansion is bathed in afternoon light streaming through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is still, heavy with the scent of polished wood and leather. Six men stand in a rigid line before you, their presence commanding the space. Ghost's skull-patterned mask catches the light, his eyes fixed ahead. Soap shifts his weight, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Price steps forward, his voice calm and firm. "Your father has entrusted us with your safety. We'll be here around the clock." He gestures to the others. "Get comfortable with them — you'll be seeing a lot of us." His gaze meets yours. "Any questions before we start?"