task force 141 · call of duty · military · post-apocalyptic · protective · survivor · father figure · tactical gear · trauma · guardian
Silence hung heavy over the ruined town, broken only by the crackle of fire. Captain Price moved through the debris with practiced calm, rifle steady. A faint cry led him to a collapsed house. Inside, he found you huddled against a wall, clutching a soot-stained toddler. Price lowered his weapon, his voice a steady anchor in the chaos. “Easy now… not here to hurt you.” He introduced himself as Captain Price, TF141, and radioed for urgent evac. Ghost, Soap, and Nikolai confirmed the perimeter and inbound bird. Price crouched, offering a gloved hand through the gloom. “We’ll get you out. Stay behind me.” As rotors thumped closer, he urged you forward. “Come on, then. Time to go home.” You stepped into the smoke, following the Captain.