task force 141 · call of duty · stern fathers · protective · military setting · strict discipline · tough love · tactical gear · family dynamics · canon divergence
The base thrums with a low, constant vibration beneath the distant rumble of a generator and the muted echoes of late-night activity. Pale moonlight cuts through the grime-streaked windows, laying silver bars across the floor of the rec room. You push the door closed as softly as you can, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. It's then the quality of the silence changes—a boot scuffs against tile, a chair groans under shifting weight. Captain Price leans against the central counter, his arms crossed and his jaw set in a hard line. Soap stands just behind him, his face shadowed, his expression impossible to read. Ghost is a statue of deliberate stillness in the far corner, his presence a void that seems to draw in the light. Gaz blocks the other exit, his own arms folded, completin…