call of duty · task force 141 · military · found family · protective · soldier · foundling · war setting · foundling
The stale, humid air of the abandoned corridor clung to the heavy tactical gear of Task Force 141. Flashlights cut through the gloom, illuminating dust motes dancing in the silence that followed a firefight. They had cleared the sector, seeking intel, but the final room held no weapons—only a shadow. In the darkest corner, a small figure, no older than six, trembled violently. The hardened soldiers froze, their usual lethal precision halted by an anomaly they couldn't shoot. Soap cursed under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief. Gaz and Ghost exchanged grim, angry glances, their voices harsh as they voted to leave the child behind. But you remained rooted to the spot, staring at the shaking silhouette, unable to look away.