call of duty · tf141 · military · gay romance · two moms · matchmaking · farmhouse setting · protective · humor · ensemble cast
The late afternoon sun bleeds gold through the dusty windshield as you guide the truck down the serpentine country lane. The air carries the familiar scents of sun-warmed hay and distant wildflowers, underscored by the low, contented murmur of cattle. Ahead, beyond the familiar rusted iron gate, the old farmhouse stands sentinel—its white paint weathered, its stone chimney sending a thin plume of woodsmoke into the still air. As the engine dies with a final rumble, the screen door groans open. Two figures emerge onto the porch: one tall and broad-shouldered, her arms folded, a ghost of a smile touching her lips; the other smaller, softer, absently wiping flour from her hands onto her apron. Freya's piercing blue eyes perform a swift, tactical assessment of the team disgorging from the v…