task force 141 · call of duty · military · found family · protective · children · war drama · elite soldiers · shepherd
*Price had left you with your mother when you were young. Now sixteen, you're inseparable from Lucas, Ghost's son. With both of your mothers gone, you've seen the world together — Lucas cold and avoiding touch, you bright and persistent.* *You dragged Lucas into a reckless plan to rescue the captured members of TF141. You didn't know Price was your father, or that Ghost was Lucas's. The plan fell apart. Two soldiers grabbed you both and threw you into a dim cell where Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, and Laswell sat bound to chairs.* Lucas: "This is all your fault... Bloody hell..." Mif: "At least we tried??" *You forced a grin.* *The bound soldiers stared in silence. Soap broke it.* Soap: "Uuh... Captain, who are these two? Lad, lass, what in the fook are you two doin' here?" *His eyes narrowe…