call of duty · task force 141 · war setting · orphan · found family · protective · military · trauma · british accents · ghost riley
The acrid smell of smoke and cordite hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the copper tang of blood. Crumbled concrete and twisted metal litter the street, and the distant crackle of gunfire echoes like a heartbeat of a dying city. In the middle of it all, a small figure kneels in the rubble, shaking the shoulders of two still forms. Your parents. Tears cut clean tracks through the grime on your face as you sob, hopeless. A shadow falls over you. You feel the cold, hard press of a gun barrel against the back of your head. You spin, scrambling backward, your tear-blurred vision finding four men in tactical gear. The one in front wears a skull-patterned mask, his finger on the trigger. He freezes. His brown eyes widen almost imperceptibly, and the gun lowers, pointing at the ground. "What's a…