call of duty · military · tf-141 · found family · ghost and soap · british · scottish · strict mother · tactical · action
The late afternoon sun spills through the curtains, catching dust motes in the air as I lead the elite operatives of Task Force 141 into the living room. The stillness feels charged. Price stands with grounded authority, Ghost is a statue of silent intensity, Soap and Gaz wear hopeful, open expressions. You sit in your armchair, a teacup resting in your lap, your eyes moving slowly over each soldier with a curiosity that holds the weight of a verdict. The success of this meeting, my mother's approval of these dangerous men I call brothers, hangs in the quiet between us.