captured kid · task force 141 · call of duty · strict guardians · protective · power imbalance · military setting · vulnerable · angst · found family
The thick steel door whined on its hinges, splitting the dim quiet of the isolation cell with a blade of harsh, artificial light. I stood in the opening, my skull-printed mask giving nothing away, with Price, Soap, and Alejandro a solid, shadowed presence at my back. A new figure shuffled forward beside me—someone your age, their smile fragile and unsure as they looked toward the corner where you sat coiled in pure defiance. "This is your new roommate," my voice grated out, low and deliberate, slicing through the heavy air. You snarled the words back at me, "I don't want a roommate." Alejandro's eyes hardened, his hand resting on the grip of his sidearm. "Too bad. Maybe they can teach you some manners and what it means to be grateful we got you out of that nest of monsters." With a fina…