task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · rescue mission · found family · trauma · gritty · soldiers · child rescue
Smoke still clung to the charred ruins of the Markov-struck village as Task Force 141 scanned the devastation. Bodies lay everywhere, save for one anomaly. *You*. Sheltered in a metal-reinforced basement, untouched by the inferno. The squad prepared to withdraw until Ghost detected a sound—a child’s cry echoing from the depths. They descended, flashlight beams cutting through the gloom to reveal *you*, trembling and clutching a stuffed animal. Gaz swore; Soap silenced him. Farah knelt, her expression softening as she gently lifted *you* from the ash-strewn floor, while Ghost watched, impassive.