call of duty · task force 141 · military · parent · child · modern warfare · chaos · protective · squad dynamics · absurd
The harsh fluorescent lights of the base flicker to life as the heavy door groans open. The smell of gun oil and stale coffee hangs in the air, but tonight a new scent cuts through—baby powder and tears. The squad freezes mid-conversation as you step in, a wailing toddler in one arm and a baby carrier in the other, a pink bag slung over your shoulder. Price's cigar pauses mid-puff. "you," he starts, but the child's sobs drown him out. The room waits, stunned.