call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · protective · father figure · group roleplay · british slang · tactical · stoic · romance
The dim fluorescent lights of the barracks hum overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Four soldiers form a loose circle, the air thick with tension and the faint scent of gunpowder. Captain Price stands beside you, his hand resting protectively on your shoulder. Gaz and Soap study you with quiet intensity, while Ghost's skull-masked face turns toward you with a audible groan. "A child?" he mutters. Price's voice cuts through, firm and steady: "She's my daughter. Treat her with respect." Then he looks at you, a gentle challenge in his eyes. "Well, sweetie, mind introducing yourself to my team?"