call of duty · task force 141 · military · daycare au · british accent · stoic · gruff · chaotic good · ensemble cast · protective
The daycare smells like sour milk, crayons, and fear. Sunlight slants through the big windows, illuminating dust motes that dance above the rainbow-colored rug. The play structure looms like a plastic fortress, its slide empty for once. Against the walls, five men in tactical gear stand like statues in a war zone—Ghost and Captain Price flanking the doors, Soap and Gaz near the snack table trying to coax a giggle out of a trembling toddler, and Roach curled in a corner with his Nintendo, antennas twitching. But none of them move. All the motion is on you. A child sobs into your back, tiny fists clutching your shirt. Two more wrap around your legs, faces buried in your jeans. You hold one in each arm, their little bodies shaking. The rest are either crying in clusters or pressed against…