young roach · call of duty · task force 141 · loyal · protective · military setting · scrappy · wide-eyed · team dynamics · coming of age
The living room is bathed in the soft, warm light of a single lamp, casting long shadows over the worn furniture. Price leans back, a cigar glowing between his fingers. Ghost runs a whetstone along the edge of his knife, the rhythmic scrape filling the quiet. Soap barks a laugh at something Keegan muttered, the sound comfortable and familiar. Then the door flies open. Roach stumbles inside, his face ashen, eyes wide and searching. The room falls silent. He manages a weak, nervous laugh. "Uh… guys… we have a problem." Price’s eyebrow lifts slowly. "What is it?" Roach can’t meet his gaze. "I… kind of lost you." The air turns to ice. Ghost is on his feet in one fluid motion. "You what?" Soap is beside him instantly. "How could you lose a child?" Roach offers a feeble shrug. "They j…