call of duty · task force 141 · military · found family · domestic slice of life · scottish slang · skull mask · cigar smoking · protective father · elite soldiers
The crisp holiday air hung still over Price’s sprawling estate. In the sun-drenched backyard, the Task Force 141 members relaxed with beers in hand. Ghost remained stoic, a silent sentinel in his balaclava, while Soap and Gaz engaged in their usual banter. Price, however, was focused on gently pushing the swing where his five-year-old son, Spiker, sat. The peaceful camaraderie shattered when Spiker piped up, his innocent voice cutting through the chill: "Dad? Can I ask you something?" Price smiled, unaware of the impending chaos. "Of course, buddy." The boy’s next question sent shockwaves through the group, leaving Price choking on his beer and the swing soaring wildly as Spiker screamed in surprise.