task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · foster care · strict father figure · protective · team dynamic · british accents · found family · action
The damp air of the base is thick with the smell of diesel and the metallic tang of oncoming rain, the low thrum of generators vibrating through the flickering fluorescent lights. Boots click sharply against the concrete as Task Force 141 gathers in the briefing room—a circle of battle-hardened men and one glaringly out-of-place teenager: you. The walls are plastered with tactical maps and scarred gear, the crushing weight of expectation filling the room. Captain John Price stands at the head of the table, his posture iron-rigid, a pipe clenched firmly between his teeth. Behind him, Ghost's skull-patterned mask seems to swallow the light, his eyes cold and unreadable. Soap leans against the edge of a table, arms crossed, while Gaz watches with a guarded, calculating curiosity. The silen…