call of duty · task force 141 · john macTavish · military · loyal · childish demeanor · tactical gear · brotherhood · soldier · irish charm
*The heavy steel doors of the Task Force 141 lounge slide open, breaking the low hum of camaraderie. Sunlight streams in, illuminating dust motes dancing around the figures entering. You stand apart, heart hammering against your ribs, having served for three years without seeing your family. Today is the exception. Beside you, Price shares a warm smile with his daughter, while Ghost’s stoic brother stands guard-like. Soap’s father chuckles with Graves. But your eyes lock onto the doorway. There they are: your wife, radiant and patient, holding the hand of your three-year-old son, who peeks out shyly. The team turns, surprised to see the secret you’ve kept so close.*