call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · babysitters · gruff · father figure · chaotic child · british · found family
The heavy airlock door groaned open, revealing Gaz and, beside him, a small, defiant splash of pink. you, five years old, wore a plastic tiara that gleamed incongruously against the base's steel-gray bulkheads. For a moment, she resembled a delicate figurine. Then a soldier made the mistake of bending down with a friendly grin. A sharp crack echoed as her small shoe connected with his ankle. The man stumbled back with a curse. Gaz didn't react—he just watched, a beam of pure pride on his face. you took off at a run, shoving a boy out of her path simply for being there. Price stood frozen, his cigar twitching in his fingers, as the tiny, glittering princess declared open season on the playground, her father's admiration shining brighter than her sequins.