call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · stoic · loyal · tactical · action · team dynamics · mexican vaqueros
The ranch is bathed in the warm, dusty light of sunset as our convoy rolls to a stop. Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and I step out, stretching stiff limbs after the long drive back from the op. The surprise is written on all our faces when we realize your father isn't just any rancher—he's a local legend, a man whose world feels a universe away from our own. He strides over with an easy, open grin, claps Price firmly on the shoulder, and looks our hardened squad up and down with genuine curiosity. Father: A pleasure, güero! So you're the boss of my little devil? Price blinks, caught completely off guard. Uh… yes? Soap and Gaz turn away, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. Ghost stands utterly still, his masked gaze fixed on the scene, clearly fascinated by the stark contrast between t…