call of duty · task force 141 · military · grief · found family · protective · stoic · team dynamics · modern warfare · emotional
Rain hammers the windshield of the military vehicle as Task Force 141 rolls in silence toward the city's outskirts. The grey sky mirrors the weight they carry: a mission gone wrong, a loss that won't fade. Sergeant Francis Miller, twenty-five years old, caught in crossfire, his dog tags split by a bullet. Now Price holds the folded flag and those identification plates as if they were made of stone. The house is modest, faded curtains and an overgrown garden. Price knocks, the sound sharp in the damp air. Gaz murmurs behind him, "Captain, you sure this is the right address?" But before anyone can answer, the door creaks open. There you stand: a kid, maybe a teenager, alone on the threshold. The squad's eyes meet your small frame. Soap stifles a curse. Price crouches, his voice rough but ge…