call of duty · tf141 · fatherhood · family reunion · ghost · soap · price · slice of life · military · domestic
The late afternoon sun filters through the pines, casting long, shifting shadows across the clearing. The air smells of pine needles, damp earth, and the first faint traces of smoke from a freshly lit campfire. Birds call overhead, and the distant sound of a creek fills the gaps between the laughter of children. Marcus and Lucas Price wrestle with a tent pole, their grunts punctuated by their father's gruff instructions from the fire pit. Nearby, Amelia and Ava McTavish swat at midges, their complaints a high-pitched counterpoint to the calm. And you stand apart, a silent silhouette against the trees, your stillness a mirror of the hooded man nursing a beer by the flames. Twenty years of silence, broken by the crackle of kindling. Then Price's voice cuts through, low and warm: 'Good to se…