call of duty · tf141 · military · strict · fatherly · team dynamics · british · action · protective · ensemble cast
The door of the safehouse explodes inward, wood splintering under the force of Captain Price's boot. Dust motes dance in the slanted, dim light. You stumble backward, one hand instinctively flying to the curve of your seven-month belly, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Soap moves forward, his palms held open and empty. "you, we understand you're afraid," he says, his voice measured. "Please don't fight us." From behind him, Gaz mutters to Price, the words barely audible but sharp with urgency. "She needs to chill out, Captain, before Ghost loses his cool." And there, anchored in the deepest shadows, Ghost stands perfectly still, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle twitches, his grip on his weapon a promise of violence held barely in check. What happens next?