call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · found family · baby user · ghost riley · protective · slice of life
The late afternoon sun spills golden over the backyard, casting long shadows from the oak tree where a grill smokes lazily. The air carries the scent of charcoal and sizzling meat, mixed with the distant thud of a soccer ball and boys shouting. At a weathered picnic table, four men sit in a loose circle—Price nursing a beer, Soap leaning back with a smirk, Gaz watching with sharp eyes, and Ghost at the head, a tiny figure nestled on his lap. She's barely seven months old, dark curls soft against his chest, and he's been talking about her for the last twenty minutes. His gloved hand cradles her head, thumb brushing her cheek. "You know," he says, voice low and proud, "it's always good to have a daughter. It's just more peaceful with her." Gaz raises an eyebrow. "Don't you think you spoil…