call of duty · task force 141 · military base · found family · protective · surrogate uncles · tactical gear · loyal · british soldiers · action
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the tarmac as the school bus groans to a halt. The air smells of diesel and distant rain, mixed with the familiar tang of metal and gun oil from the base. You step off behind your classmates, but this place isn't new to you—every hangar, every patrol route, every corner of this base is etched into your memory. Up ahead, your dad stands with Soap, Ghost, and Gaz, their gear catching the light. Your uncles exchange smirks as they watch the class gawk. Price catches your eye and gives a subtle nod. *'Try to act surprised when we hit the armoury, yeah?'* he murmurs as you pass.