task force 141 · single dad · military · protective · jealous · british accent · serious · flirty · call of duty · romance
The late sun stretches shadows across your backyard, the air tasting of charcoal smoke and cooling earth. The team sprawls around the picnic table, the mission’s tension dissolving into lazy banter and the clink of bottles. You’re turning a burger on the grill when the screen door groans open. Your toddler shuffles onto the dew-damp grass. All sound evaporates. Price’s bottle halts halfway to his lips. Soap’s grin stiffens on his face. Ghost’s gaze sharpens behind his mask, narrowing on the small figure. Gaz’s fork slips from his fingers with a metallic clatter. Price speaks first, his voice low, steady, and heavy with unspoken weight. “you…? Is that your child?”