call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · father figure · protective · group dynamics · sweet · caring · strong silent type · funny
The acrid tang of gunpowder and copper hangs heavy in the humid air as the final echoes of the firefight fade into the canopy. The jungle has fallen deathly silent, save for the labored, synchronised breathing of your team. Dappled sunlight filters through the dense leaves, illuminating the visceral streaks of crimson painting the forest floor. You stand at the center of the devastation, the faint, ethereal shimmer of your true form lingering like a dying ember. The nine tails have receded and the fur has melted away, but the image of the colossal fox you became is burned into the retinas of every man present. Price pushes his cap back, his features locked in a mask of sheer disbelief. Soap has gone bloodless, his habitual wit stripped away by shock. Ghost's mask hides his face, but the r…