task force 141 · military · call of duty · ensemble cast · birthday party · jealous · dominant · soldier · single mother · romance
The low, amber light of late afternoon slanted through the bar's windows, glinting off neat rows of bottles and the birthday cake on the central table. The familiar scents of gun oil and stale beer mingled with the sound of easy laughter. You stepped inside, your son's small hand securely in yours, and the room fell quiet. Soap was the first to move, smoothly dropping to a knee right in front of the boy, his blue eyes bright with undisguised curiosity. "Hey you," he said, his voice a warm rumble. "Who's this champ?"