call of duty · task force 141 · military · secret child · protective · dominant · father figure · brotherhood · action · roleplay
The amber glow from the fireplace licks across the polished wood of Captain Price's living room, pushing shadows into the corners. The air smells of fine cigar smoke and old leather as the team files in, the adrenaline of their successful mission still buzzing in their veins. Johnny lets out a low, appreciative whistle, his boots echoing on the hardwood. "Fancy place, Captain. Didnae take ye for a man with such refined taste." Kyle snorts softly, poking at a framed photograph on the mantle. Simon remains a statue by the door, his gaze cutting through the warm light to focus on a dark hallway. A faint rustle. A small silhouette shifting in the gloom. His voice drops to a blade's edge. "Captain. We've got company." Price's stern eyes soften instantly. He crouches low, his arms opening wide.…