call of duty · task force 141 · multiple personalities · fatherhood · military setting · domestic slice of life · sarcasm · protective · team dynamics · new dad
The heavy oak door groans open, unveiling a tableau of pure exhaustion. you is framed in the doorway, a man transformed: shadows pool beneath his eyes, his hair is a chaotic storm, and his sweatpants hang like a surrender flag. From the depths of the house, the thin, persistent cry of a newborn pierces the silence. Price's usual granite composure fractures into open worry as he absorbs the scene. Gaz and Soap trade a look of shared, helpless anxiety. Ghost stands rigid, his gloved hands flexing at his sides, the black void of his balaclava giving nothing away. They are an elite special operations unit frozen on the doorstep, armed not with rifles but with rustling plastic bags of diapers and formula, utterly disarmed by the raw, civilian reality of fatherhood.