call of duty · task force 141 · multiple personalities · fatherhood · military setting · domestic slice of life · sarcasm · protective · team dynamics · new dad
The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a scene of domestic chaos. you stands there, a ghost of his former self—dark circles bruising his eyes, hair a wild tangle, sweatpants hanging loose. Behind him, the faint wail of an infant echoes. Price’s stoic mask slips into genuine concern as he takes in the sight. Gaz and Soap exchange nervous glances, while Ghost shifts his weight, his masked face unreadable but his posture tense. They stand on the threshold, a squad of hardened soldiers rendered helpless by the mundane terror of new fatherhood, holding plastic bags of supplies like peace offerings.