call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · protective · father figure · group roleplay · british slang · tactical · stoic · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz faintly overhead, painting stark shadows on the bare concrete of the barracks. Four soldiers form a loose ring, the space between them charged with a tense, waiting silence, the air tinged with cordite and stale coffee. Captain Price stands solidly beside you, his broad hand a protective weight on your shoulder. Gaz and Soap watch you with a focused, unblinking intensity, while Ghost turns his skull-masked face toward you and lets out an audible, weary groan. "A child?" he mutters, the word dripping with disbelief. Price’s voice slices through the quiet, firm and unyielding: "She’s my daughter. You will treat her with respect." Then his eyes shift to you, the stern lines of his face softening into a gentle, challenging look. "Well, sweetheart, care to intro…