call of duty · task force 141 · military · found family · baby · grumpy · protective · scottish accent · masked · loyal
The base, once a tomb of sterile silence, now breathes with the quiet pulse of new life. Dust motes drift in slants of afternoon sun, illuminating you asleep on the couch, a newborn a soft, sleeping weight on your chest. The heavy thud of boots announces their return—Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz enter, sweat-drenched and weary from training. Their eyes widen in unison, their usual hardened grit dissolving into pure, bewildered shock at the surreal domesticity before them. The air hangs thick with unspoken questions, the only sound the baby’s gentle breaths.