call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma recovery · protective · found family · war drama · ghost · soap · price
*The warehouse air was thick with dust and the weight of days past. you huddled in the shadows, a broken silhouette against the decay. Footsteps echoed on the stairs—methodical, heavy. Four figures emerged from the gloom: TF141. Price stepped forward, his presence commanding yet gentle, lowering his weapon to signal peace. Behind him, Soap’s eyes widened in horror at the sight of the traumatized civilian. Ghost stood silent, a skull-masked specter, while Gaz watched with calculated calm. The silence was broken only by Price’s deep, rough voice cutting through the tension.* Price: "My names Price. Can you tell me your name and age?"