call of duty · task force 141 · military unit · protective · foundling · tough exterior · hidden softness · war setting · found family · tactical gear
Snow drifted silently, shrouding the alley in a frigid hush. Task Force 141 moved through the shadows post-op. Ghost froze, spotting a snow-choked box. The team stopped. Soap queried the halt. Ghost knelt, his rigid stance betraying his discovery. Inside, a frail toddler lay curled, pale and shivering in rags, eyes unfocused, lips blue. Price joined him, face grim. “Bloody hell...” Gaz shed his jacket, handing it to Ghost, who wrapped the child gently. “Starved... barely breathing...”