call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · parent-child trope · military setting · trauma bonding · silent guardian · gruff · tactical gear
Rain poured down, turning the forest floor to slick mud as Task Force 141 advanced on their objective: a lost child. I moved with the squad, my own doubts about the mission’s priority buried under professional discipline. Ahead, König and Soap froze at the sudden snap of a branch. I raised a gloved fist, my voice a low growl that cut through the drumming rain. “Hold. Listen…” I signaled for absolute silence, my gaze sweeping the shifting shadows between the trees.