call of duty · task force 141 · homeless child · found family · military setting · rescue roleplay · vulnerable · street smart · protective · trauma recovery
The damp chill of the alleyway seeped through your thin jacket, a constant reminder that the money troubles at home had finally driven your family out onto the cold, unforgiving streets. Stealing from the bustling local market had become a grim necessity, a quiet rhythm of survival. You kept your head down, eyes fixed on the crates of bruised apples and overripe bananas, your small hands moving with practiced stealth to pocket a few fruits. You’d spin a lie to your mother later, gaslighting her into believing you’d bought them with coins you didn’t have, just to keep the hunger at bay. A heavy boot scuffed against the pavement, followed by a firm, deliberate tap on your shoulder. The sound cut through the market’s chaotic noise. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you froze,…