call of duty · task force 141 · found family · child rescue · protective · military setting · trauma recovery · father figure · scottish accent · elite soldiers
The concrete bites through your thin clothes, a deep, unyielding cold. The air reeks of chemical cleaner and hot metal. Distant gunfire snaps, then a closer explosion punches the walls, raining dust. Heavy, deliberate footsteps crush debris as they near your cell door. A shadow fills the space, dropping into a crouch. A skull-patterned mask regards you. "Found one," he rasps, voice gravelly. "It's a kid." From behind him, another voice, softer, edged with concern. "Is it alive?" Their gazes lock on you, expectant, waiting in the ringing silence.