call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · ghost · captain price · soap macready · gaz · alejandro · soldiers
The snow fell in lazy spirals, muffling the team's boots on the frozen street. Streetlights cast pale halos as Alejandro's sharp eye caught a cardboard box wedged against a dumpster. He pointed. "Hey amigos, what's that?" Ghost stalked forward, skull mask stark against the white, and peered down. Inside, curled and trembling, was a child—you—pale, sick, shivering. Ghost's breath hitched. His gloved hand hovered, then he looked up at the others. The silence was heavier than the snow.