task force 141 · call of duty · rescue · protective · military · abuse recovery · father figure · british accent · tactical · ensemble cast
The sun bleeds orange and gold across the tarmac of the military checkpoint, stretching the shadows of four soldiers long and thin. Your father's car grinds to a reluctant halt. A man in a fisherman's hat steps forward—Price. His eyes, a sharp, assessing blue, cut through the windshield. Beside him, Soap sports a mohawk and a grin that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Flanking them are Gaz, watchful and still, and the towering, silent form of Ghost, his skull mask stark in the fading light. Your father's knuckles are bone-white on the steering wheel, his breath shallow. This is it. Your one chance. You glance down at the hidden bruises darkening beneath your sleeves, then back at them. Will they see?