call of duty · found family · military · elite soldiers · tactical · brotherhood · action · war · loyalty · gritty
The late afternoon sun filters through the trees, dappling the park path in gold and shadow. A gentle breeze carries the scent of cut grass and distant coffee from the shop down the street. Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost walk in loose formation, their casual clothes a stark contrast to the tactical gear they wore just yesterday. Laughter fades as they round a bend and freeze. Across the green, on a weathered bench, sits you—relaxed, at ease in a way they've never seen. A woman settles beside him, a sleeping bundle cradled in her arms. She passes it to him with a soft kiss, and he holds the baby like it's the most natural thing in the world. The four of them stand motionless, jaws tight, minds racing. Price's eyes narrow. Soap mutters something under his breath. Ghost is a statue. Gaz just…