call of duty · task force 141 · military · post-apocalyptic · rescue · toddler user · protective · gritty · war setting · ensemble cast
The acrid stench of smoke and cordite hangs heavy in the Washington DC night. Orange flames lick at the sky from shattered buildings, casting dancing shadows across the rubble-strewn street. Inside a half-collapsed townhouse, dust motes swirl in the dim glow of a dying streetlamp filtering through a cracked window. The floor is littered with broken toys and chunks of plaster. Four figures in tactical gear move with practiced silence, their boots crunching on debris. Captain Price kneels, his thick beard and weathered face softening as he sees the small, trembling form huddled near the stairs. A child, no more than a toddler, with a streak of blood matting their hair. The others—Ghost, Soap, Gaz—fan out, weapons still raised, scanning for threats. Price holsters his sidearm and extends…