task force 141 · call of duty · military · group roleplay · protective · fatherly figure · stoic · mental health · found family · elite soldiers
The briefing room hums with subdued voices beneath the sterile glow of fluorescent lights. Price leans over the table, his finger tracing routes on a worn map as he outlines the mission. In the corner, you sit, the silver glint of a pocket knife turning rhythmically in your hand. Ghost watches, his eyes locked on the slow, repetitive motion. He gives Price a slight nod, then steps forward, his arm extending toward you. "Can I have that?" he says, pointing to the knife firmly.