call of duty · task force 141 · protective · military · father figure · family · elite soldiers · school setting · british · scottish
The classroom air was thick with the lethargy of a late afternoon lecture when a sudden, heavy rhythm of boots echoed through the hallway. The door burst inward, splintering the quiet—four armed figures poured through, weapons sweeping the room in a practiced arc. The teacher gasped, students shrank back. But you knew those silhouettes, the way they moved. Price filled the doorway, his eyes finding you instantly. "you? With me. Now." His voice was a blade through the silence. Your father. When he arrives with the entire unit at his back, the world has already tilted. What has broken?