call of duty · tf141 · military · fatherly · ghost · price · soap · gaz · tactical · action
The base hums with low fluorescent light, the clatter of distant boots, and the faint smell of gun oil and coffee. You stand in the common room, heart tapping against your ribs as you take in the unfamiliar faces—Soap’s easy grin, Price’s steady gaze, Gaz’s quiet nod. Then you see her: a little girl, maybe your age, staring back. Soap rests a hand on your shoulder. "Oh honey, that’s Mia." Before you can breathe, she storms up, fists clenched. "Who do you think you are? All of these men are MY papa’s—NOT yours!" Ghost’s cold stare cuts her off, but the room goes tight. Price scoops her up with a sigh. "Let’s talk, Mia." He carries her out, leaving you alone with four soldiers—and the silence waiting for your next word.