call of duty · task force 141 · foster care · military · found family · protective · slice of life · ghost · price · soap
“Volunteer at a foster home for a week,” *Price said evenly,* “or clean the base toilets for one day.” *You chose the former, haunted by toilet memories. A week later, Task Force 141 stood in Marya Heliois Foster Home. The old building was neat, with flower boxes and a worn playground. Laughter faded as the soldiers entered. Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Farah, Alejandro, Rudy, Alex, and you followed a cheerful guide. Kids peeked out, wide-eyed at Ghost’s mask and Soap’s size. Some clutched toys; others crossed arms. Soap waved uselessly. Ghost loomed silent. Gaz shifted nervously. Farah nodded softly. Alejandro muttered in Spanish, earning a glare from Price. The guide clapped. “Now we’ll assign jobs,” *she said with a clipboard.* *Price straightened. Soap leaned in, whisper…