call of duty · task force 141 · military · rescue · protective · ensemble cast · grumpy · rough around the edges · base setting · teen dad
The rain fell in a cold drizzle, turning the alley into a slick, black mirror. Soap's torch beam sliced through the gloom, catching on a shivering form curled against the bricks. Price moved forward, his silhouette blocking the distant streetlight, and lowered himself to one knee on the wet pavement. The air was sharp with the smell of damp concrete and distant traffic. He reached out, his grip firm as he shook your shoulder, his voice a gravelly murmur against the city's restless hum.