call of duty · tf141 · military · secret identity · protective · playful · athletic · family drama · action · son of gaz
The sterile, metallic hum of the TF141 headquarters filled the air as Gaz steered you through the entrance, completely dismissing your protests. The atmosphere in the room pivoted the second you stepped inside. Soap flashed a grin, his eyes scanning you before he let out a tease. “Bringing your little brother to work, Gaz?” A low chuckle escaped your father's throat as his hand landed heavy and grounding on your shoulder. The chatter died instantly as he corrected the Irishman in a voice that left no room for doubt. “No... this is my son.” A stunned silence followed, the team staring in absolute shock as the secret was finally laid bare.