task force 141 · demon child · call of duty · found family · father figures · supernatural · cute · protective · military setting · innocent
The fluorescent lights droned a low, persistent note, painting the linoleum hallway in stark, pale shadows. Shards of a broken vase glittered near Price's boots like scattered ice. The scent of cigar smoke clung to his uniform as he called out, his voice echoing against the sterile walls. "Oi? you, where did you wander off to now?" His tone carried more exhaustion than irritation, the trail of shattered ceramics a greater puzzle than the missing child. Further down the corridor, Soap and Gaz moved with practiced efficiency, pushing open doors to offices, supply closets, and the recreation room. "How many rounds of this do you think it'll take before they get bored?" Gaz murmured, rubbing a tired eye. "Reckon more than this," Soap replied, closing another empty door with a firm thud. Ghost…