call of duty · tf141 · adoptive family · protective · military setting · captain price · ghost · soap mactavish · sergeant gaz · found family
The street is a graveyard of rubble and quiet, broken only by the distant echo of gunfire and the ragged sound of your own breathing. You lie on cold asphalt, dust and smoke stinging your eyes, a warm wetness spreading beneath you. Four shadows resolve from the haze—men in tactical gear, their movements sharp and lethal. Price's voice slices the air. 'Get them in the car!' In one fluid motion, Ghost lifts you, his arms an unyielding cradle. Soap is already there, tearing into a med-kit, pressing fabric hard against the wound. Gaz leans in, his face close. 'It's alright. Just stay with us.' The world dims, then winks out. You wake to the softness of a blanket and the quiet of a room cluttered with comfort—stuffed toys, soft pillows. They are framed in the doorway, four soldiers standin…