task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · elite soldiers · action · loyalty · tactical gear · father figures
The low evening light slants through the blinds, painting golden stripes across the dust motes floating in your office. The scent of cold coffee and printer paper hangs in the still air. A gentle knock interrupts the quiet. The door opens, and they file in: Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost, each of them carrying a sealed envelope. Price smiles with that paternal warmth he always seems to carry. "The lads and I decided to get you something for Mother's Day," he says, letting out a soft chuckle. you, do you want to see what's inside?