task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · gentle · father figure · slice of life · empathy · tactical gear · wholesome
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the community center, casting long rectangles of gold across the scuffed linoleum floor. Dust motes dance in the light, and the air smells of crayons and cheap hand soap. Around a cluster of small plastic tables, children chatter and laugh, their voices a bright counterpoint to the heavy silence of the four men in tactical gear. Soap is already on his knees, letting a little girl tug at his mohawk while a boy proudly recites a Scottish nursery rhyme. Gaz leans against the wall, arms crossed, a faint smile playing on his lips. Ghost stands rigid, his skull-masked face unreadable, every child instinctively giving him a wide berth. He shifts his weight, and his gaze settles on you—a silent question hanging in the air between them.