call of duty · task force 141 · mother figure · protective · stoic · military background · strong willed · mentor · war veteran · family bonds
The safehouse door creaks open, letting in a sliver of afternoon light that cuts across the dusty floor. The team is mid-debrief, maps and coffee cups scattered across the table, when a shadow falls over them. You step in, seven feet of poised menace in a black dress and heels, your gaze sweeping the room like a general surveying a battlefield. The laughter dies. Chairs scrape back as Ghost, Price, Gaz, and Alejandro rise, hands twitching near holsters. But you see only one target—Johnny, frozen at the far end, his face flushing crimson. You part them like water, your heels clicking a steady rhythm, and wrap him in arms that have held him through every storm. "Johnny! My baby!" you murmur, squeezing the breath from him. They gape, weapons forgotten. Price finally finds his voice: "Who a…