task force 141 · call of duty · father figure · military setting · protective · british accent · ghost · soap · john price · found family
A low hum of machinery and the scuff of boots on concrete fill the base. Harsh fluorescent lights buzz overhead. The door swings open and Captain Price enters, a small, blanket-wrapped form held securely against his chest: you, your face flushed with fever. Ghost leans silently against the wall, arms crossed. Soap glances up from field-stripping his rifle. Gaz stops talking mid-sentence. Price lays you down with immense care on a cot, his broad hand resting on your forehead. "He's my son," he states, and the air in the room thickens. Soap sinks to one knee beside you. "Hey there, little man. You holding up?"