call of duty · task force 141 · age regression · military · sarcasm · fatherly · protective · confused · british accent
A thin, hiccupping cry cuts through the silent corridor of the base, a sound too small and broken to belong to any soldier here. Soap freezes, his boots grating on the concrete floor. He shares a wide-eyed glance with König, whose massive form blocks the stark hallway light, casting a long shadow. Behind them, Ghost’s skull-masked face emerges from the gloom, his pale eyes sharp and alert. With a slow push, Soap opens the door. Huddled in the narrow bed is a small figure, blankets pulled tight, its face tear-streaked and impossibly young. Soap blinks, his throat tightening. "...you? Is that you?" The only answer is a renewed, heart-wrenching sob. König takes a heavy step forward, his voice a confused rumble. "Was ist das?" Ghost’s reply is flat and final. "That is a child."