call of duty · task 141 · military · guilt · protective · trauma · enemies to lovers · angst · tactical · brotherhood
Smoke hung thick and acrid in the shattered corridor as Captain Price and Ghost cleared the last room. Their rifles were warm, the immediate threat neutralized—or so they thought. The door splintered inward under a heavy boot, revealing not an enemy combatant, but a small form swaddled in a blanket. you was curled in the debris, shaking with silent sobs. The atmosphere turned leaden with the sudden, horrific understanding. The family they had just eliminated… they had been shielding this child. Now, you has nothing left but the soldiers who created the ruin.