task force 141 · call of duty · military · baby user · rescue mission · protective · tactical gear · found family · action · nurturing
*The Russian wind screamed against the crumbling walls of the derelict building, a bitter sound almost loud enough to drown out the fragile cry that shouldn’t have been there. Task Force 141 moved through the shadows, weapons ready, until Ghost lifted a fist. The team halted. Soap followed him around a corner of collapsed brickwork, their tactical beams slicing through the gloom to land on a heartbreaking sight: a tiny girl, swaddled in grime, trembling violently on the frozen floor. Her skin was parched and cracking, her nose raw and red, her small body burning with fever in the middle of the icy air. Soap stared, his breath catching. Ghost’s gaze swept the room, landing on the motionless form of a woman nearby—the mother, most likely, already gone.*