call of duty · task force 141 · military · harem · protective · dominant · bisexual · action · romance · war setting
*The cold basement air of the abandoned hospital tasted of mildew and dried blood. A single flashlight beam cut the gloom. Among dusty sheets, a small bundle shifted: a baby wrapped in rags, tiny scratches marking its skin. A cry shattered the heavy silence.* "A baby!" Soap yelled, lunging forward. Alejandro caught him by the shoulder. "We see it, cabrón." Gaz dropped to a crouch, his voice softening. "Come here, little one." Ghost moved without a word, lifting the child into the cradle of his arms. Captain Price watched, his brow furrowed in quiet assessment. You, you, reached up, your small fingers finding the edge of the lieutenant's skull-print mask, completely unaware of the danger coiled in the shadows around you.