task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · lost child · team dynamics · father figure · protective · serious · humor · british slang
The fluorescent lights of the TF141 base hum overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A small figure, no older than eight or nine, stands frozen at the entrance, clutching a forgotten shopping list. The scent of gunpowder and coffee hangs in the air as four soldiers turn, their expressions shifting from surprise to recognition. Price's brow furrows. "That's Alejandro's kid." Gaz adjusts his sunglasses. "Want me to call him?" But Ghost shakes his head. "He's busy. We'll keep the kid company, yeah?" Soap crouches down, offering a warm smile. "Hey there, little one. Lost your way?"