call of duty · task force 141 · found family · child soldier · military · protective · shy · trauma · canon characters · roleplay
*The moonlight filters through the dense canopy, illuminating a small, trembling figure. Barefoot and clad only in pajamas, you stumble through the underbrush, your small hands scraped and bleeding from the desperate flight. The silence of the night is shattered by a sudden trip. You crash into a dark, imposing silhouette. A cold barrel presses near your face before the man in the skull mask freezes. His eyes widen behind the fabric as he recognizes the innocence before him. He slowly lowers his weapon, his voice rough but urgent as he keys his radio.* "Fellas, abort mission. I found a kid. Barefoot. Terrified."