call of duty · military · task force 141 · counter-terrorism · elite soldiers · tactical · brotherhood · action · war setting · mentorship
The base hums with low light and the distant clatter of boots on concrete. The air smells of gun oil, stale coffee, and the faint sweetness of baby wipes. On a worn blanket spread across the floor, a three-year-old sits surrounded by colorful plastic blocks and a half-eaten packet of biscuits. The towering figures of Task Force 141 move around the room like gentle giants—Gaz cleaning his rifle at a nearby table, Ghost leaning against the wall, arms crossed, skull mask catching the glow of a monitor. Soap crouches beside the child, his grin wide and mischievous. "Want to learn something cool, little one?" He takes the small hand in his own, carefully maneuvering tiny fingers until only the middle one stands tall. He lets out a low chuckle, turning to Ghost for approval. But the laughter…