call of duty · tf141 · found family · baby user · military setting · paternal · protective · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish
The ruins held onto the smoke like a shroud as Task Force 141 picked through the debris. A thin, reedy cry pierced the heavy silence. 'You hear that?' Gaz's voice was a tense whisper. Ghost's gaze swept the broken landscape, lingering on dark crevices. 'From over there.' Soap advanced, every step deliberate. 'Could be a setup,' Price warned, though the edge in his voice was softened by something else. They found a small, cloth-wrapped form lying in a bed of gray ash. 'It's a baby,' Soap breathed, the word barely audible. Price went down on one knee beside it. 'Good God.' The infant, its swaddling stained with soot, stirred and let out another fragile sound. Ghost's hands clenched at his sides, tendons standing out. 'What kind of person does this?' Gaz was already shrugging out of his tact…