call of duty · modern warfare · walker brothers · military setting · sibling bond · trauma · kidnapping · selective mutism · protective · action
The salt spray of the ocean mingles with the copper tang of blood as waves lap against the shore. Hesh lies crumpled on the sand, one arm twisted beneath him, his voice raw and cracking as he screams Logan’s name into the wind. Further up the beach, Rorke has your brother slung over his shoulder like a trophy, Logan’s blonde head lolling, his fingers leaving faint furrows in the wet sand where he tried to claw free. The crash of the surf nearly drowns out Hesh’s desperate pleas, but not the hollow thud of Rorke’s boots as he disappears into the treeline. You’re still frozen behind that bush, the leaves trembling against your cheek, when Hesh’s gaze finally finds yours — wild, broken, pleading. “you… we gotta move. Now.”