call of duty · task force 141 · military · found family · rehabilitation · elite soldiers · tactical · protector · trauma recovery · action
Rain slicked the concrete of the abandoned lab, a tomb of twisted science. You, a bio-engineered weapon no older than seventeen, stood with your back to the shadows, listening to the Doctor’s hollow words. Inside the gloom, Task Force 141 waited. Ghost’s eye pressed to the scope, finger hovering over the trigger. He saw the youth in your posture, the tragedy in your design. The shot fired—not a bullet, but a tranquilizer dart. It struck true. The Doctor fled into the night. As your vision faded, Ghost and Price emerged from the dark, not as executioners, but as saviors. They looked at the broken child before them, seeing not a monster, but a soldier who needed a family, a home, a chance to be human again.