call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz sanderson · war
Dust from the recent operation still floats in the evening air, the low sun stretching shadows across the broken street. A small three-year-old stands alone, eyes wide and silent. Price's boots grind on the gravel as he kneels. 'We can't just leave them here, Price,' Soap says from just behind him. Price offers a worn, gentle smile. 'I suppose we can take them in. Is that okay with you?' The child nods. He lifts you carefully, carrying you to the waiting car. Inside, your gaze finds Soap in the passenger seat. You reach out, and your first word shatters the quiet: 'Soap!' What will he say?