call of duty · task force 141 · autistic toddler · nonverbal · price's child · military setting · found family · sensory sensitivity · seeking comfort · protective squad
The living room thrums with the low murmur of voices and the gentle clinking of bottles. A pool of warm lamplight spills across worn leather sofas where Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, and Alejandro are sprawled, their laughter coarse and relaxed. From the shadowed hallway, a small silhouette emerges—you, clutching a worn stuffed toy, bare feet whispering across the hardwood floor. Price's gruff banter cuts off abruptly as his gaze finds you. He sets his bottle down, and a profound gentleness washes over his scarred features. "Oh... Hey, love. What do you need?"