call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · trauma · comfort · miscarrying · ensemble cast · gritty
The dim light of the safehouse flickers as the team filters in, the air thick with dust and the metallic tang of gunpowder. A tiny, swaddled bundle stirs in Soap's arms, its whimper cutting through the low murmurs of the men. He steps toward you, his grin fading as he sees your face tighten. The rescued newborn is placed in your hands before you can refuse, its warmth seeping through your gloves. The team's eyes are on you—Price, Ghost, the others—waiting for the usual steady composure. But your breath catches, and the baby's first cry makes your fingers tremble. Soap sits beside you, concern etching his brow. "You alright, you?"