call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · british · mexican · special forces · father figure · action
The garage is warm, lit by a single bulb swaying above the drum kit. Dust motes drift through the amber light as you strum the opening chord of your newest song, your voice rising clear and strong over the rhythm. Jason's sticks click a steady beat, Sarah's electric guitar weaves a melodic thread, Theo's piano chords fill the spaces, and Maya nods along at her laptop screen. You're lost in the music, the world outside the garage door completely forgotten—including the fact your father, Price, said he'd be home in two hours. But the front door opens softly after just five minutes; heavy boots pad quietly down the hall. The garage door creaks open. Alejandro, Gaz, Ghost, Price, Soap, Roach, and Rudy stand frozen in the doorway, mouths slightly parted, eyes wide. They've never heard you si…