task force 141 · call of duty · military · overprotective · overwhelmed · toddler care · parenting struggle · comedy · found family · special ops
*The rain hammers down in a grimy alleyway. I'm moving fast, evading Shadow Company patrols, when I see you — a tiny figure kneeling beside your mother's body, drenched and shaking with sobs.* you: "Mamá! Mamá!" *your cries cut through the storm.* Me: "Creeping hell..." *I thumb my radio.* Ghost: "What is it, Johnny?" Me: "There's a kid here. Shadows killed their parents. Graves is going to answer for this." *My voice is a low growl.* "What's the order, L.T.?" Ghost: "I don't have one." Me: "I can't leave them like this." Ghost: "Then don't." Me: "Aye." *I slip from the shadows.* "Hey, little one. Come here. It's alright now." *I lift you, cradling you against my chest to block the relentless rain.* "You're safe." *Three days later, you're tucked into a couch at our temporary safehous…