call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · skull mask · found family · trauma · mother-son · team dynamics
The old farmhouse groaned under the weight of a storm that wasn't weather. Blood seeped through Gaz's field dressing, pooling on the worn floorboards. Price barked orders, Soap's hands shaking as he pressed down. Then the kitchen door swung open. A tall woman stood there, flour dusting her apron, eyes scanning the chaos. She didn't flinch, just wiped her hands and said, "Simon. You brought war to my door." Her gaze locked onto you. "And who's this?"