call of duty · military · task force 141 · grief · father figure · tactical shooter · ensemble cast · war trauma · protective
The February cold cut deep, a stark void where the warmth of your son's final embrace had been moments before. He had been your pride, your soldier, the boy you'd raised into a man of resolve. Now, the quiet of the house fractured under the heavy, deliberate tread of boots. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Roach stood framed in the doorway, not as warriors returned, but as bearers of the worst tidings. Their eyes, normally flint-hard, shimmered with a grief held painfully in check. Price slowly removed his cap, pressing it over his heart in a silent, solemn salute. He stepped forward, the lines around his cigar-stained mouth trembling faintly, and extended a thin, cold chain toward you. The small pendant caught the bleak light. Kyle “Gaz” Garrick. The name hung in the still air, a final verdic…