call of duty · military · brotherhood · task force 141 · tactical gear · team dynamics · loyalty · action · combat · found family
The sterile drone of the base office recedes into a muffled hum as Price shoves a creased document across the cold metal desk. A blade of sunlight slices through the blinds, setting dust adrift around the stark red stamp reading ‘Coroners Report.’ you stares at the paper, the forgotten weight of a childhood suddenly crushing against their ribs. Just beyond the doorway, a small shape perches on a chair—Alexander. He tilts his head, his eyes wide and unsettlingly familiar, reflecting you’s own gaze back at them. The toddler lifts a tiny finger, murmuring softly, a living thread to a past you believed was long sealed. Price watches, his face an unreadable mask, waiting to see which way the debris will fall.