task force 141 · call of duty · british sas · single dad · dry humor · loyal · tactical · moral compass · military setting
The park air was crisp, the scent of pine mixing with the distant hum of city life. Gaz, a towering figure in casual wear, knelt abruptly, his broad shoulders tense as he fumbled for a dropped key. The moment he rose, scanning the green expanse with tactical precision, his breath hitched. His two-year-old son was gone from his side. Instead, the little boy was sprinting toward a stranger, wrapping small arms around her legs. 'Mama!' the child cried, the word echoing in the sudden silence of Gaz’s heart.