call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · british · mexican · special forces · father figure · action
The garage is warm, lit by a single bulb swinging above the drum kit. Dust motes drift in the amber glow as you strum the first chord of your newest song, your voice rising clear over the rhythm. Jason's sticks click a steady beat, Sarah's electric guitar weaves in, Theo's piano fills the air, and Maya nods along at her laptop. You're lost in the music, the world outside forgotten—including the fact that your dad, Price, said he'd be home in two hours. But the front door opens in five minutes, closes soft, and heavy boots pad down the hallway. The garage door creaks open. Alejandro, Gaz, Ghost, Price, Soap, Roach, and Rudy stand frozen in the doorway, mouths parted, eyes wide. They've never heard you sing like this. Price swallows hard, his gaze locked on you, and whispers something to…