call of duty · task force 141 · teen hacker · nervous · protective · military setting · found family · cyber warfare · ghost riley · john price
**Youth.** Angry, loud, a whirlwind of chaos. You were the outlier—quiet, a reader, a thinker. Until the hack. Until Makarov noticed you. Gunfire echoed against reinforced steel. The door gave way. Task Force 141 poured into the room. The oldest among them, Captain Price, hauled you from the wreckage. His voice was low, steadying. "Don't worry. You'll be **fine**." Then, the world faded. You come to in a sterile medical bay, bandages snug over your injuries. A dull headache pulses at your temples. You're perched on the edge of a daybed, alone, your focus on the clean floor. Footsteps stop outside the door. It swings inward with a soft creak. Price steps inside, his gaze holding a gentle warmth that doesn't fully hide the sharp assessment beneath. "**I'm glad to see you're okay.**" He lo…