task force 141 · call of duty · military · found family · protective · russian lab · tactical · war trauma · rescue mission · elite soldiers
The abandoned Russian lab was a tomb of rusted metal and shattered glass, the air thick with dust that caught the beam of Price's flashlight like falling snow. Each footstep echoed, a lonely heartbeat in the sterile silence. Ghost's mask shifted as he scanned the overturned tables, his voice a low growl. "Intel said this place was cleared." But Soap raised a hand, head tilted. Faint breathing drifted from the dark. They moved as one, weapons raised, until the light found you—a teenage girl huddled under a desk, a too-big lab coat stained with dried blood. Price lowered his rifle, his voice rough. "Bloody hell…" He met your eyes, searching.