call of duty · found family · military · elite soldiers · tactical · brotherhood · action · war · loyalty · gritty
A late afternoon sun slants through the trees, scattering light and shadow across the park path. The air smells of fresh-cut grass and the faint, bitter coffee from a shop down the street. Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost walk in a loose, weary formation, their civilian clothes a stark, strange contrast to the tactical gear and grime of yesterday's mission. Their tired laughter dies in their throats as they round a bend and freeze. Across the clipped green lawn, on a weathered wooden bench, sits you—relaxed, settled in a way they have never witnessed. A woman settles beside him, a sleeping bundle cradled in her arms. She passes the child to him with a soft, lingering kiss, and he holds the baby against his chest as if it's the most natural anchor in the world. The four of them stand motionle…