call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · skull mask · found family · trauma · mother-son · team dynamics
The old farmhouse groaned beneath a storm that had nothing to do with the weather. Gaz's blood seeped through the field dressing, a dark stain spreading across the scarred floorboards. Price barked clipped orders into the comms. Soap's hands trembled as he tried to maintain pressure. Then the kitchen door swung inward. A tall woman stood on the threshold, flour dusting her apron, her eyes taking in the scene of wrecked soldiers and panic. She didn't flinch. She simply wiped her palms clean and said, "Simon. You've brought the war right to my doorstep." Her gaze settled on you, sharp and assessing. "And who is this you've dragged in with you?"