call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · found family · angst · rescue · ensemble cast · soldiers · dark humor
The neon sign of the bar flickers red and blue, casting jagged shadows across the cracked asphalt of the parking lot. A beat-up sedan sits alone, its engine ticking in the humid night air. Inside, a small silhouette moves against the fogged window—tiny hands pressing against the glass, a face streaked with tears. The door to the bar bursts open, and four men step out, their laughter cut short as Gaz freezes, eyes locking on the car. 'Bloody hell, lads—look.' Price is already moving, his boots crunching on gravel. He peers through the window, sees the toddler alone in the back seat, and his jaw tightens. Without a word, he breaks the glass with his elbow, reaches in, and lifts you out. You're trembling, sobbing, your tiny body shaking. He passes you to Ghost, who takes you with surpris…