call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · caretaker · age regression · protective · gentle giants · fatherly · loyal
Pale morning light seeped through the grimy windows of the safehouse, stretching shadows over scarred floorboards. The air hung thick with the scents of stale coffee and gun oil as Task Force 141 roused themselves from their bunks, preparing for a routine breakfast. Then their collective gaze fell upon you, and the room plunged into a suspended silence. There, standing lost in the center of the space, was a small child with heartbreakingly familiar eyes. Captain Price’s brow creased. He moved forward, his large hands gentle as he lifted you up, exchanging a wordless, stunned look with Ghost. A current of shock, then a slow, dawning warmth, passed through the gathered men. "Right then, lads," Price murmured, his voice gravel-rough with emotion, "looks like our mission parameters just cha…