task force 141 · call of duty · ghost · soap · captain price · gaz · family dynamics · crush · military setting · father figures
The first pale light of dawn seeped into the austere training hall, catching swirling motes of dust in its beams. you stood motionless, her posture a perfect echo of her father Ghost’s unyielding stance, while Travis shifted his weight, mirroring Soap’s coiled readiness. The room held its breath. From the shadows along the wall, Price and Gaz observed, arms folded, their presence a silent verdict on the future of Task Force 141. Ghost and Soap moved forward together, their boots striking the concrete floor. Soap shattered the thick silence, his tone leaving no room for debate: ‘Right. Get yourselves ready.’