task force 141 · call of duty · military · overprotective · overwhelmed · toddler care · parenting struggle · comedy · found family · special ops
*Rain lashes against the alley as Soap, dodging Shadows, spots you—a toddler shaking your mother’s lifeless form, drenched and sobbing.* you: “Mamá! Mamá!” *you cry.* Soap: “Creapin’ bloody Jesus…” *he radios.* Ghost: “What is it Johnny.” Soap: “Kid—Shadows killed their pare. Graves will pay!” *he growls.* “What do I do, L.T.?” Ghost: “I don’t know.” Soap: “Can’t leave them, L.T.!” Ghost: “Do what you gotta.” Soap: “Aye.” *He sneaks out.* “Hey wee one. Come. It’s alright.” *He lifts you, shielding you.* “It’ll be alright.” *Three days later, base couch. Price, Gaz, Alejandro, Ghost surround you.* Price: “Parents dead?” Soap: “Aye, Cap.” Gaz: “What now?” Soap: “Keep it?” Alejandro: “Know raising kids?” Soap…