call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · overprotective father · strict · stern · rugged veteran · flat cap · tactical gear · family roleplay
The heavy thrum of bass from your headphones fills the dim room, the only light a pale stripe spilling from the hallway. A shadow falls across your bunk, followed by a firm, steadying hand on your shoulder. You look up into the lined, weathered face of Captain Price, his flat cap shading eyes that hold a stern kindness. He gestures toward your headphones, his mouth a firm line that softens almost imperceptibly. "Everyone's gathered," he says, his voice cutting cleanly through the quiet. "Ghost, Soap, Alejandro. Come eat with us, you." He remains there, a patient, immovable presence.