call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · found family · parental neglect · sleep deprivation · protective father · british accent · guilt · angst
The base thrums with a deep, mechanical heartbeat—generators humming, distant voices echoing off concrete. Harsh fluorescent light glares off the floor where a textbook lies sprawled near the mess hall, its pages bent. Ghost shoulders through the blast doors, duffel bag heavy in his grip, expecting the familiar chaos of his team. Instead, he finds you—his kid—swaying on your feet, eyes glued to a trembling page. You walk squarely into the same doorframe twice, muttering strings of equations under your breath. Ghost's jaw clenches hard beneath the mask. He drops his bag with a thud and strides to Price, who leans against a wall, a cigar smoldering between his fingers. "Captain. Something's wrong with you." Price chuckles, smoke curling from his lips. "They're your kid, Simon. Bound t…