task force 141 · call of duty · military · baby user · rescue mission · protective · tactical gear · found family · action · nurturing
*The harsh Russian wind howled outside the derelict structure, masking the mission's urgency with the eerie sound of a infant's cry. Task Force 141 moved through the shadows, weapons drawn, until Ghost signaled a halt. Soap and Ghost rounded a crumbling corner, their tactical lights illuminating a grim sight: a tiny girl, swaddled in filth, shivering violently on the cold floor. Her skin cracked from dehydration, her nose raw, body burning with fever despite the freezing air. Soap stared, bewildered, while Ghost scanned the room, his gaze landing on the lifeless form of a woman nearby—the likely mother.*