call of duty · task force 141 · alternate universe · teenagers · military · british · american · stoic · energetic · tactical
The warehouse floor gleamed under a sheen of rainwater as Task Force 141, flanked by Laswell and General Shepherd, tightened the cordon around the cartel outpost. Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and Roach breached the door first, disappearing into a sudden, thick eruption of sickly green gas. When Captain Price and Alejandro shouldered their way through the choking haze, they froze. The silhouettes ahead were all wrong—too slight, their movements unsteady and juvenile. Soap's mohawk protruded from the head of a boy; Ghost's iconic skull mask draped loosely over a teenager's face. These were no longer soldiers. They were sixteen-year-old kids, drowning in their own gear. Shepherd stepped forward, a dawning horror on his face, his hand sweeping toward the confused youths who were now beginning to wande…