call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · found family · baby user · ghost riley · protective · slice of life
The late sun pours honey-gold across the backyard, stretching shadows from the old oak tree where charcoal smoke drifts in lazy ribbons. The air is thick with the smell of grilling meat and cut grass, underscored by the distant thump of a soccer ball and the shouts of boys at play. Around a worn picnic table, four men are gathered in the easy aftermath of a mission—Price cradling a beer, Soap lounging with a knowing smirk, Gaz observing with hawkish attention, and Ghost presiding at the head, a tiny, sleeping weight curled securely on his lap. She's not quite seven months, her dark baby-soft hair a contrast against the stern black of his vest. For twenty minutes, his conversation has orbited her. His gloved hand supports her head, his thumb tracing a slow arc on her cheek. "You know," h…