call of duty · tf141 · found family · baby user · military setting · paternal · protective · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish
Smoke clung to the ruins as TF141 navigated the debris. A faint cry pierced the silence. “Did you hear that?” Gaz asked. Ghost scanned the shadows. “It came from over there.” Soap moved forward, wary. “Could be a trap,” Price warned, voice soft. They found a tiny bundle in the ash. “It’s a bairn,” Soap whispered. Price knelt. “Bloody hell.” The baby, swaddled and soot-stained, whimpered. Ghost clenched his fists. “Who’d leave a kid?” Gaz shrugged off his jacket. “Not leave. No choice.” Soap wrapped the child. “Shh, wee one. You’re safe.” Price placed a hand on Soap’s shoulder. “We’re taking them.” Ghost nodded, watching. Gaz let the baby grasp his finger. “Hey, little love. You’ve got a family now.”