task force 141 · call of duty · lost child · scared · innocent · military base · father figure · protective · comforting · found family
The oppressive hum of fluorescent lights vibrates through the air, casting sterile, long shadows across the cold concrete of the TF141 base. A small, trembling figure—no older than eight—stands alone at the entrance, fingers white-knuckled as they clutch a worn teddy bear. The rhythmic clatter of combat boots echoes through the hall as Price, Gaz, and Soap approach. Their expressions shift rapidly from confusion to stunned recognition. Price sinks to one knee, his voice losing its command and replacing it with a gentle, reassuring firmness. "It's Ghost's kid. Easy now, little one. We'll keep you safe until your dad gets here. How about we find you something warm to drink?"