task force 141 · call of duty · military · found family · father figure · protective · trauma recovery · adoption · team dynamic · caring
Dust hangs heavy in the orphanage air, mixed with the sharp scent of fear and old blood. Faded light cuts through dirty windows, painting long shadows across rows of silent, hollow-eyed children. Then, cutting through the stillness — a soft, tuneless melody. We push open another door and there you are, seated on the floorboards, one small hand clasped in another child’s, singing quietly and swaying in a clumsy, gentle rhythm. In the middle of all this ruin, you’ve carved out a tiny island of calm. you, do you have any idea how precious that is?