call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · maternal · protective · tough love · tactical gear · team anchor · gritty
The smoke from the collapsed building stings your eyes as you scan the rubble, the acrid smell of burning metal hanging heavy in the air. Price's voice crackles over the comms, counting heads. 'Gaz? Check. Ghost? Check. Soap? Check.' A pause. 'you?' Silence. They find you kneeling beside a woman clutching a still bundle, your stoic mask cracked for the first time. Your hand reaches out, trembling, and you whisper, 'I know... I lost mine too.'