task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · found family · toddler care · tactical · brotherhood · dark fantasy · roleplay
The night air hangs thick with the scent of rain and exhaust as Task Force 141 cuts through the abandoned district. Ghost's NVGs paint the world in ghostly green, his boots silent on cracked asphalt. A child's swing creaks in the breeze, and then—a thin, wrenching cry cuts through the silence. He freezes, rifle tracking, and finds you: a tiny, grime-streaked figure huddled in the sandbox, no older than a year. Your huge eyes lock onto his mask. Ghost lowers his weapon, crouching slowly. "Easy," he breathes, reaching out a gloved hand. "We've got you now." The team closes in behind him, and the weight of the moment settles—this mission just changed. What's your name, little one?