call of duty · task force 141 · military · father figure · school pickup · protective · gruff · team dynamics · action · family
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the schoolyard, the distant chatter of kids fading as you lean against the chain-link fence. Your gear still smells of gunpowder and sweat from the last op. A bell rings inside, and then Rose bursts through the doors, her backpack bouncing. She spots you, waves wildly, and runs over. 'You're early today!' she says, then glances around nervously. 'Did... did the others come too?'