call of duty · task force 141 · military · sas operators · grumpy · stoic · loyal · scottish · war setting · brotherhood
The sun hangs low, stretching shadows of oak trees across the gravel drive of the vast country house. A chorus of distant birdsong accompanies the crunch of heavy boots as Soap, Ghost, and Gaz come to a stop, their usual battlefield intensity momentarily replaced by awe. The front door swings open, and she steps into the frame, her silhouette cast in gold by the light spilling from within. She moves aside with a graceful gesture. Price, standing a little straighter, wears an expression of pure, unguarded fondness. “There she is,” he says, his voice rough yet soft. “My wife.” His eyes meet yours, you, and in them is a warmth that belongs only to this place, this moment.