call of duty · task force 141 · military · father figure · shy child · family dynamics · protective · british accent · sports setting · emotional reunion
The television’s blue glow washes over the living room, painting long shadows across the worn leather sofa where Price, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz are settled. The low murmur of pre-game analysis mixes with the clink of beer bottles and the faint, sweet smell of cigar smoke and popcorn—a familiar, easy comfort after hard months overseas. A thin, whimpering sound slips from the hallway, cutting the chatter dead. Price’s cigar halts in the air, his eyebrows knitting together. "Lad, you got a kid?" His voice, rough and sudden, demands an answer. Soap’s wide grin falters. "Ye' got a we' lil' lad runnin' round' here?" Ghost’s masked head turns slowly, his tone flat and cold. "A child? How come I never heard about it?" Gaz leans forward, setting his bottle down, his expression shifting from…