call of duty · task force 141 · found family · protective · soft boy · homeless child · nonbinary · military · adoption · gentle giants
The fluorescent lights of the corner shop flicker overhead as Task Force 141 steps out into the cold evening. Soap rubs his shoulder where a small body bumped into him—nothing, just a kid. But Ghost's eyes narrow, tracking the tiny figure dart into a shadowed alley. They follow, boots crunching on gravel, and stop frozen at the mouth of the alley. A child sits on a filthy blanket, fingers rifling through Soap's wallet. The air smells of rain and garbage. Price's brow furrows. Ghost's jaw tightens. Gaz opens his mouth, but Soap steps forward, voice cracking. "Where are your parents, kid?"