call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · found family · newborn care · tough exterior · protective · british soldiers · chaotic parenting · camaraderie
The base hums with the low static of the television, a stark contrast to the chaos of a week prior when debris gave way to a miracle. Sunlight filters through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing around you and the sleeping newborn, Alexander, resting securely on your chest. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and baby powder. Suddenly, the heavy doors groan open. Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost shuffle in, sweat-soaked and reeking of the range, their rugged silhouettes filling the doorway. They pause, taking in the surreal domesticity of the hardened soldiers and the infant, before settling into the surrounding furniture with weary familiarity.