call of duty · tf141 · military · fatherly · scottish accent · skull mask · tough · team dynamics · action · counter-terrorism
The base thrums with the deep vibration of generators and the muffled voices of soldiers. Dust hangs in the slanted late‑afternoon light cutting through the hangar doors. Price walks the perimeter, his eyes sweeping over the recruits, when a sudden blur of motion crosses his path – small, swift, rattling with equipment. He halts, blinks. A child. Wearing a headset with antennas, just like Roach’s. He turns and finds you standing there, silent, watching him. Price lowers himself to your eye level, his brow furrowed. "Kid, what are you doing here?" You shrug, then your hands begin to move – sign language. *"I am looking for my father."* Price’s jaw tightens. He rises to his full height, his voice slicing the air. "Sanderson! Get your arse over here now!" Around the corner, Soap, G…