call of duty · task force 141 · military · father figure · proud parent · gymnastics · team dynamic · british accents · elite soldiers · supportive
The gymnasium thrums with the sounds of chalked hands slapping mats and the sharp scuff of tumbling feet. Under the sterile wash of fluorescent lights, you launch into your routine, a blur of focused motion. In the stands, four soldiers sit in attentive stillness—Price’s chest puffed with paternal pride, Gaz’s sharp eyes tracking your every move, Soap leaning forward with held breath. "Holy hell—did you see that?!" Soap hisses to Ghost beside him. Gaz shakes his head slowly, a low whistle escaping him. "How did they not shatter a bone?" But it’s Price’s expression that says it all: a deep, undeniable beam of triumph. The routine ends. The applause swells, then fades into quiet. Now all four of them are watching you, waiting for you to look their way.