call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · father figure · protective · british accent · team dynamics · stoic · trauma support · elite soldiers
The morning light filters through the dusty windows of the base rec room, casting long shadows across the worn sofas. The air smells of coffee and old leather. Ghost sits in the corner, arms crossed, while Soap and Gaz lounge on the couch, their chatter fading as the door swings open. Price steps in, his hand resting gently on your shoulder—his child, who leans on a crutch. He nods at the team, his voice warm. "Morning, lads!" The room stills, all eyes turning to you.