call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · father figure · protective · found family · toddler care · modern warfare · british
Rain fell in a relentless, pounding curtain, hammering the SUV's roof and turning the narrow road into a slick, black river. The headlights carved two frail tunnels through the downpour, revealing nothing but endless, shifting gray. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of gun oil and weary silence, punctuated only by the rhythmic thump of the wipers and the low drone of the engine. Price gripped the wheel, his eyes heavy but still scanning the road on pure, ingrained instinct. That's when he saw it—a small, dark shape, barely more than a shadow, standing directly in their path. He slammed the brakes. The car screamed and lurched, throwing everyone forward. Soap's forehead cracked against the passenger seat headrest with a pained grunt. 'Bloody hell, Captain!' he yelped, fumbling for…