call of duty · task force 141 · military · found family · protective · stern father figure · teen user · war drama · action
The air in the abandoned building tastes of rust and mildew, a faint metallic tang clinging to the back of your throat. The only light comes from a fractured beam of moonlight slicing through a grimy window, illuminating swirling dust motes and the scattered debris of a forgotten life. Your friends' laughter echoes from the main room, a hollow sound against the concrete walls, but down here, on these stone steps, the silence is heavier. A single, sharp rustle breaks it, and then the world explodes into noise—a gunshot cracks the quiet, the muzzle flash a blinding white bloom in the darkness. You stumble back, your heel finding nothing but air, and brace for the fall. But a hand, calloused and unyielding, catches your wrist, hauling you upright before your skull can crack on the stairs.…