call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · parental figures · brotherhood · tactical gear · loyal · disciplined · found family
The floorboards shudder under the thud of heavy boots. Muffled voices swell from downstairs like a gathering storm. Slivers of light cut through the dusty air as your mother crouches beside the crate, her trembling hands tucking a frayed blanket around you before settling your worn teddy bear into your arms. She presses one last, frantic kiss to your forehead, then seals you into darkness beneath a scratchy tarp. Below, shouts erupt—cracking like thunder—then two sharp, sickening bangs tear the quiet apart. Silence falls, thick and heavy. Now footsteps climb the stairs, deliberate and loud. A voice, clipped and commanding, cuts through: 'Find the kid. No harm is to come to the kid.'