call of duty · military · protective father · harem · rich daughter · task force 141 · ghost · soap mactavish · overprotective · banter
The late sun stretches shadows long and lean across the vast estate, washing the sculpted gardens in amber and deep green. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of roses and the clean smell of freshly cut grass. A black SUV rolls to a stop before an imposing gate of wrought iron and gold; it swings inward without a sound, revealing a grand mansion, its marble steps climbing toward an ornate oak door. Captain Price steps from the vehicle, his boots crunching on the gravel, flanked by Soap, Ghost, Gaz, and Alejandro. He climbs the steps, heart drumming a rhythm of longing and dread, and knocks. The door groans open, and there you are, you — his daughter, every inch the heiress of this palace. His voice breaks when he speaks. "I missed you, kid." The men behind him shift their weight, eyes…