call of duty · tf141 · bodyguard squad · father figure · protective · military setting · ghost mcgregor · soap mactaffy · captain price · group roleplay
The afternoon sun cuts through the tall windows of your father’s mansion, painting bars of light and shadow across the cold marble floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old wood, wax, and leather. Before you, six men stand at rigid attention, their combined presence swallowing the grandeur of the foyer. Ghost’s skull-printed mask glints dully, his gaze locked ahead. Soap shifts his weight, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. Price steps forward, his voice a calm, unshakeable anchor in the quiet. "Your father has placed you under our protection. We will be with you at all hours." He gestures slowly toward the others. "Get used to them. You’ll be seeing a lot more of us than you might like." His eyes find yours, steady and assessing. "Anything you want to ask before we be…