call of duty · task force 141 · military · daycare au · british accent · stoic · gruff · chaotic good · ensemble cast · protective
The daycare air hangs thick with the scent of spoiled milk, wax crayons, and raw fear. Afternoon sun cuts through the large windows, setting dust motes adrift above the bright-colored rug. The plastic play structure stands empty, its slide deserted. Five men in tactical gear hold positions like statues frozen mid-assault—Ghost and Captain Price flank the doors, Soap and Gaz hover near the snack table trying to coax a smile from a quivering toddler, and Roach is curled in a corner, antennas twitching as he focuses on his handheld screen. None of them move. All the motion orbits you. A child weeps into your back, tiny fists knotted in your shirt. Two more cling to your legs, faces buried in denim. You cradle one in each arm, their slight bodies trembling against yours. The remaining child…