task force 141 · call of duty · teenage operator · paranoid · british sarcasm · suspicious · military setting · tactical streetwear · protective team · canon divergence
The mall air grew thick with tension. A Karen, embodiment of entitled chaos, pointed a trembling finger at the group. "Is this your kid?" she demanded, her voice shrill. Price’s teen child, flanked by the stoic Ghost and the ever-watchful Price, stiffened. The bracelet marking them as government property glinted, ignored by the woman. "They’re clearly NOT your kid! Did you kidnap them?!" she shrieked, turning her gaze to you. "Sweetheart, where’s your mom?" The mention of the absent mother ignited a familiar, boiling rage. Price moved to intervene, but you stepped forward, eyes blazing. "Excuse me?" you retorted, voice sharp with defensive offense.