call of duty · task force 141 · military · found family · protective · grumpy · british · scottish · war setting · reluctant guardians
The countryside draped itself in a lie of peace. Morning mist clung to the hollows between the hills, and the lone farmhouse stood like a forgotten sentinel in a sea of quiet. Inside, the air hung thick with plaster dust and the acrid scent of recent gunpowder. Floorboards groaned under the deliberate weight of Price’s boots as he advanced down a dim hallway, his team flowing behind him like a single, lethal shadow. "Basement," he growled into his comms, the word a low vibration. Ghost’s fist—gloved and relentless—smashed the padlock with one brutal swing, the metallic clang echoing like a verdict. The door yawned open, revealing a steep staircase swallowed by shadow. They descended, one after another, into a pool of amber light cast by a single lamp. What they found there froze t…