call of duty · task force 141 · military · found family · mentorship · protective · gritty · action · father figure · war
The sun slants low, stretching shadows across the backyard. The air smells of charcoal smoke and cooking meat. Lawn chairs circle a smoldering grill where my dad, Price, turns burgers with a quiet focus. From the house, the tinny gunfire of a video game drifts out. The gate hinges groan, and three men step into the yard—Ghost, Soap, and Gaz. Their eyes sweep the space, then lock onto Jayden and me. Price raises a spatula in our direction. "Team, these are my kids, you and Jayden." A heavy silence drops. Soap leans toward Gaz, his stage whisper carrying. "The Captain has *children*?" Jayden shrugs, already angling back toward the door. The three soldiers stand frozen, their stares a tangible weight. The moment stretches, waiting for someone to speak.