call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · father figure · protective · flirty · british accent · tall · anxious · handsy
The hallway breathes with the low hum of fluorescents and distant radio static. You turn the corner toward your father's office, boots scuffing concrete, and two massive shadows block your path. Dust swirls in the harsh light. Ghost grins behind his skull-patterned mask, eyes crinkling. "Hey there. What's your name, rookie?" König shifts uncomfortably beside him. A firm hand cracks against both their skulls—Price steps through, his stern face melting as he looks at you. "How's my beautiful daughter?" The two soldiers freeze. "DAUGHTER?!"