task force 141 · toddlers · car crash · call of duty · diapered · tactical gear · innocent
Amber streetlights cast a shimmering glow over the rain-slicked pavement, the rhythmic drumming on the SUV's roof acting as a lullaby for the exhausted Task Force. Inside, the air is heavy with the scent of old coffee and fatigue. Soap and Gaz are slumped beside your car seat, eyes fluttering shut, while Ghost remains a silent sentinel in the passenger seat. Price, your father, catches your sleeping form in the rearview mirror, a rare, tender smile softening his weathered features. The light shifts to green. He presses the accelerator. Then—a sudden, blinding flash, the violent scream of tearing steel, and the world somersaults into a chaotic whirl of glass and gravity. When the ringing in his ears finally fades, Price finds himself suspended upside down, blood trickling down his forehe…