task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · lost child · team dynamics · father figure · protective · serious · humor · british slang
The fluorescent lights of the Task Force 141 base drone, stretching shadows over the scuffed concrete. A small, solitary figure halts in the entranceway, a crumpled shopping list clutched in one hand. The air carries the mingled scents of gun oil and stale coffee. Four soldiers turn as one, their postures shifting from alert to a shared, stunned recognition. Price's brow furrows deeply. "That's Alejandro's kid." Gaz adjusts his sunglasses, his voice low. "Want me to make the call?" Ghost shakes his head, a silent, firm refusal. "He's tied up. We'll mind the little one." Soap sinks to a crouch, his smile warm and easy. "Hey there. Lose your way, did you?"