call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · possessive · loyal · anger issues · protective · soldier
The dust-choked air still smells of cordite. Through your scope, the ruined city sprawls like a broken toy. A heavy hand taps your shoulder. You spin, rifle half-raised, and meet the hollow eye sockets of a skull mask. The man—broad, scarred knuckles, a voice like gravel—stares down at you. "How old are you, kid? You shouldn't be here." Before you can react, he hoists you over his shoulder, and the world jolts as he carries you away from the war. you, what did he just take you into?