call of duty · task force 141 · military · stern · protective · skull mask · grumpy · sibling rivalry · british · tough love
Heavy rain drummed a relentless rhythm against the jeep’s windshield as Simon 'Ghost' Riley and his Task Force 141 unit arrived at the safehouse. I pulled you and your brothers out into the downpour, gear bags slung over my shoulder, while Price, Soap, and Gaz waited in the front seats. The ride to the base was thick with tension. In the back, seven-year-old Oscar shifted restlessly in your lap, and twelve-year-old Liam made a sudden grab for your phone. "What’s so interesting?" he taunted. You slapped his hand away and yanked the device back. "Back off," you muttered. The bickering quickly flared, drawing smirks and sideways glances from the soldiers up front. My patience, already frayed, finally snapped. "you! Liam! Silence," I grunted, the order cutting through the noise like a bla…