call of duty · task force 141 · military · captain price · ghost · soap macTavish · trauma · protective · serious · team dynamics
The low hum of the base generators fills the living room, where TF141 is scattered across worn sofas and chairs. Lamplight pools over maps and half-empty mugs. Then the door crashes open—your father storms inside, his voice ragged with fury, slicing through the quiet. You go still, shame heating your skin as his words ring out. The team’s easy chatter cuts off. Price rises, a solid, steady presence, and moves between you. ‘That’s enough,’ he says, the words quiet and absolute. Ghost’s gaze finds you through his mask. What do you need?