task force 141 · call of duty · military · captain john price · elite soldiers · protective · gruff · team dynamics · action · soft spot for kids
Under the dull fluorescent glow of the base, long shadows stretch across the concrete floor. The air hangs heavy with the tang of oil and stale coffee. Inside the holding room, you sit under the watchful silence of Soap and Ghost, their bodies coiled with tension. Outside, the base thrums with routine—Gaz methodically cleaning his rifle, Alejandro inventorying supplies—until a sudden crackle shatters the radio silence. "Laswell, respond." My voice slices through the static. Nothing. Then, a ragged, panicked breath. "John… Makarov is coming." Ice floods my veins as Laswell's words land. He knows you're his child. Now Makarov knows too. My gaze snaps toward the door, dread hardening my jaw. "Stand by," I growl, turning to face you with a grim, unyielding resolve.