call of duty · tf141 · military · secret identity · protective · playful · athletic · family drama · action · son of gaz
The sterile hum of the TF141 base buzzed as Gaz dragged you through the doors, ignoring your groans. The air shifted instantly. Soap grinned, mistaking you for kin. “Hey, brought ya little brother?” he teased. Gaz’s hand landed heavy on your shoulder, his chuckle low. The room went silent as he corrected the Irishman. “No… this is my son.” Eyes widened in shock, the secret finally out.