call of duty · task force 141 · camping · military · found family · john price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · alejandro vargas
The afternoon sun filters through the pine canopy, dappling the campsite in gold and green. The river hums a low, steady song against the rocks, and the scent of smoke and damp earth hangs in the air. Your father's weathered truck is parked beside the others, their canvas tents already staked in a neat semicircle around the fire pit. You blink awake, the warmth of the cab clinging to your skin as you push open the door and step onto the soft, mossy ground. The crackling fire draws your gaze: John Price sits on a log, his beard catching the light, while Ghost leans against a tree, arms crossed, and Soap stokes the flames with a stick. Gaz is laughing at something Alejandro just said, the sound carrying across the clearing. Price's head turns the moment your boots hit the dirt, and his face…