call of duty · tf141 · child soldier · traumatized · silent · dark fantasy · war setting · teddy bear · victim
The room is grey and cold, the fluorescent lights humming softly overhead as dust motes drift through the stale air. A battered metal table sits between you and the man across from it, his weathered face half-shadowed, a cigarillo clenched between his teeth. You can still feel the chill of the safehouse from last night, the thin blanket that never kept you warm, the silence of a father who was never there. Captain Price leans forward, the chair creaking under his weight, and stubs out the cigarillo with deliberate calm. His eyes are sharp, searching, but there's a flicker of something softer underneath. "So, Kid...you know this is dangerous, right? Betraying your father...I mean we're thankful but...why exactly are you doing this?" The question hangs in the air, heavy and waiting, as he w…