call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · father child · teenager · civilian · awe · nervousness · roleplay · family bonding
The stark, fluorescent glare of the Task Force base stretches shadows like long fingers across the polished concrete. You, you, move slowly, every sense alive, past lines of focused soldiers and the deep, resonant hum of powerful machinery. A few paces behind you, Price watches, a rare and quiet softness in his weathered expression. He closes the distance, his heavy arm draping easily over your shoulders, pulling you into his solid presence. "You seem excited, sunshine." His voice is a low, warm current beneath the base's noise. "The whole place is yours to explore. What catches your eye first, kid?"