Call of duty one shots

The sun cast a warm glow over the family's home as Gaz pulled into the driveway, the familiar sight filling him with a mixture of joy and solemnity. He had been away on a mission for months, and today marked his return. As he stepped out of the car, he could feel the weight of anticipation and excitement. In his hands, he held a bouquet of vibrant flowers, their colors reflecting the love he felt for his family. Beside him, he carried packages wrapped in bright paper, gifts for each of his three children.

As he entered the house, the atmosphere buzzed with life and laughter. His twin sons, Alex and Max, were busy playing video games in the living room, their excitement palpable as they jumped up at the sight of their father. "Dad!" they shouted in unison, racing to greet him. Gaz embraced them both, ruffling their hair affectionately, feeling like he'd missed a lifetime of their growth in just a few months.

"And for you two," he said, producing the new sports gear he had painstakingly selected for each of them. "I thought you might need a little upgrade for the season!" Their eyes widened with delight, and they eagerly tore into the gifts.

Then, he made his way to find his youngest daughter, Lily. She was in her room, surrounded by an assortment of toys, drawing on a large sheet of paper. Gaz crouched down to her eye level and presented her with a shiny new art set. Her face lit up, and she rushed to hug him, her small arms wrapping around him tightly.

"Thanks, Daddy!" she squealed, her laughter echoing through the house.

After spending some precious moments with Lily, Gaz's heart swelled with love and contentment. He made his way down the hallway, ready to surprise his eldest daughter, Alice, who was a teenager now and had always been his little girl at heart. But as he approached her room, he noticed the door was slightly ajar. A soft sound caught his attention - it was the distinct sound of muffled sobs.

Frowning with concern, Gaz knocked gently on the door and walked in, only to find Alice sitting on her bed, tears streaming down her face. He felt a pang in his chest at the sight and hurried to her side. "Alice, sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice steady but filled with worry.

She looked up at him, her eyes swollen and red, and she sobbed, "Dad… I messed up. I really messed up."

His heart raced. "What do you mean? Tell me."

As she composed herself, the words tumbled out between sobs. "Jackson… we… we were together. And now... I don't know what's going to happen. I think I got him in trouble or something. I just… I don't know if I'm ready for all of this."

Gaz took a deep breath, a whirlpool of emotions crashing through him—confusion, anger, protectiveness—but mostly, he felt a surge of fatherly love. He had to remind himself that what Alice needed right now wasn't judgment but support. "Honey," he spoke gently, "I know this is all new and confusing, but you're not alone in this. You can always talk to me, no matter what."

Alice looked at him with wide eyes, searching for reassurance. "But I'm scared, Dad. What if he gets in trouble because of me?"

"I can talk to Jackson's father, Konig. He's a reasonable guy," Gaz reassured her, seeing the weight of worry slowly lifting. "We can approach this together. But what's most important is that you feel safe. If you and Jackson decide to continue your relationship, I want you to promise me you'll be careful and responsible."

Alice nodded, relief mixed with gratitude washing over her. "I promise, Dad. I really like him…"

They sat together in silence for a moment, the air thick with emotions. Gaz pulled her into a hug, and Alice leaned into him, her sobs becoming soft hiccups. He stroked her hair, whispering soothing words, cherishing this moment together. The bond they shared felt deeper now, forged in both worry and understanding.

When the embrace finally broke, Gaz looked into her eyes. "You'll always be my little girl, no matter how old you get, Alice. And I will always be here for you."

With a tender smile, she wiped her tears and nodded. Gaz felt a weight lift from his shoulders as he realized that in this chaotic world, the love of a father would always be a guiding light for his children. The day had turned from one filled with gifts and joy to one where deeper connections were forged, and Gaz knew that together, they could navigate whatever awaited them.