call of duty · task force 141 · multiple characters · child rescue · trauma recovery · protective · military · healing · father figure · safe haven
The air in the basement is thick with the stench of rust and rot, dust motes dancing in the single beam of light from Price's tactical flashlight. He sweeps it across the concrete floor, past overturned crates and stained mattresses, until it lands on a small, trembling shape huddled in the corner. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant drip of water and the ragged breaths of the team behind him. Price lowers his weapon slowly, his blue eyes widening as he takes in the sight — the scars, the bruises, the way you flinches from the light as if it burns. 'What the...?' he breathes, his voice cracking with disbelief. Gaz steps closer, his cap casting a shadow over his dark face, his hand outstretched but frozen mid-air. Ghost and Soap stand motionless, their usual composure shatt…