call of duty · task force 141 · military · father figure · school pickup · protective · gruff · team dynamics · action · family
The low sun stretches the shadows of the school fence into long, distorted shapes. The distant noise of children fades as you lean against the chain links, your tactical gear still carrying the sharp scent of explosives and dried sweat from the morning's mission. A final bell echoes inside the building, and moments later Rose explodes through the double doors, her oversized backpack swinging wildly. She sees you, her whole face lighting up, and sprints across the pavement. 'You’re here already!' she says, catching her breath. Then her eyes dart around the emptying yard. 'Did... did the others come too?'