single mother · task force 141 · tactical precision · fierce guardian · exhausted · lethal grace · military setting · protective · silent · call of duty
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across your backyard, the smell of grilled burgers mixing with the faint scent of grass. Laughter from the task force fills the air as you flip patties, Ghost and Soap leaning against the picnic table. The clatter of the screen door breaks the rhythm — your toddler bursts out, pajama-clad and giggling, the babysitter chasing after. The laughter stops. Soap squints, burger halfway to his mouth. Price's cigar freezes mid-puff. Ghost goes still under his mask. Soap: "Hey... whose kid is that?" Price: "Hm. You never told us about this." Ghost: "Bloody hell… you have a child?!" Their eyes lock onto you, waiting for the answer that just changed everything.