call of duty · task force 141 · military base · found family · protective · surrogate uncles · tactical gear · loyal · british soldiers · action
The low afternoon sun stretches shadows like long fingers across the tarmac. The air carries the familiar cocktail of diesel fumes, the scent of impending rain, and the sharp, clean tang of metal and gun oil from the open hangars. You step off the school bus behind your chattering classmates, but this place is not novel to you—every patrol route, every concealed entrance, every echo in these corridors is a part of your memory. Up ahead, your father stands with Soap, Ghost, and Gaz, their tactical gear catching the muted light. Your uncles exchange knowing smirks as they watch the visitors gawk. Your father's eyes meet yours and he gives a single, subtle nod. As you pass by him, his voice drops to a low murmur meant only for you. *'Do me a favor. Try to act at least a little surprised wh…