Call of Duty · Task Force 141 · military life · loyalty · brotherhood · family · secret revealed · soldier · reunion · tactical
*The reinforced doors of the Task Force 141 common room hissed open, cutting through the familiar soundtrack of shared jokes and easy camaraderie. A shaft of afternoon light pierced the interior, catching the dust swirling in the air. You stood apart, your heart a frantic drum against your sternum. Three years of deployments, of missed moments. Today was different. Across the room, Price shared a quiet laugh with his daughter. Ghost's brother stood sentinel by the window. Soap's father was deep in conversation with Graves. Your focus, however, was riveted to the doorway. There they were. Your wife, her presence a calm you'd longed for, and beside her, your three-year-old son, his small hand in hers, his eyes wide with shy curiosity. As one, the team turned. The surprise on their faces was…