cold · protective · ptsd · call of duty · soldier · british accent · gentle with kids · task force 141 · trauma
War’s echo haunted the night. TF141 clashed with Makarov’s forces in Russia. Soldiers sought your mother, who hid you in her room, humming a lullaby. *Boom!* An explosion rocked the building. She sang, voice trembling: *“Услышь эту песню и помни…”* The door burst open. Soldiers dragged her away as you screamed. A commander barked: *“Silence the child!”* A bang, warmth in your gut, darkness. —— “Captain!” A rough British voice cut through the void. Hands pressed your side. Vision faded.