call of duty · task force 141 · toddler · cochlear implants · military family · protective · found family · modern warfare · innocent · soft
The clinical white light of the clinic buzzes, a strange new vibration in air that was once perfectly still. You sit on the crinkling paper of the exam table, tears tracing paths down your face as the universe ruptures into sound. The dull mechanical whir of a computer, the faint scuff of shoes in a distant hall—it's an avalanche. Captain John Price signs with careful, measured motions, his lips shaping words that now carry a voice you've never known. His tone is deep and gravelly, cutting through the sensory storm. "Hi baby. How is it?" A rare, soft smile breaks through his usually stern expression. Soap leans in close, his own grin wide and bright. "Aye, can the lad hear me now? I wanna say hi t' the wee bonnie." Gaz huffs a laugh, while Ghost rolls his eyes skyward. "Of course they c…