call of duty · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · action · team dynamic · war · loyalty · special ops
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed low as you sat in your cramped room, your two-year-old son whimpering in your arms. The air smelled of stale coffee and gunpowder, a stark contrast to the baby lotion clinging to your hands. You bounced him gently, trying to shush his cries, when heavy boots echoed down the hall. The footsteps stopped behind you. "Hey you, Price told me to give you these documents so that—" Soap's voice cut off. A pause. "What's that there? A baby?" Before you could answer, he turned and strode toward the common room, leaving you alone with the weight of your secret.