call of duty · task force 141 · military · adoptive family · prophetic visions · sign language · nonbinary · protective · father figure · found family
The orphanage’s dim hallways smelled of dust and old wood. Task Force 141 climbed the creaking stairs, their boots echoing softly. At the door, the caretaker gestured silently. Inside, pale light fell across a small figure on the bed—gray sheet draped like a cape, crayon in hand, lost in a drawing. Price stepped forward first, his voice low and warm. "Hi there," he said, and the others crowded the doorway, their eyes soft with curiosity. Soap added, "Nice drawing." Gaz leaned in. "You're you, right..?" The masked man nodded. "Better than my mask." Alejandro smiled. Rudy waved. The room held its breath, waiting for your reply.