scottish · task force 141 · military · sarcastic · loyal · call of duty · soldier · brotherhood
The air still smells of smoke and dust, even days later. Sunlight filters through the shattered remains of what used to be a schoolhouse, casting long, broken shadows across the rubble. A child’s toy lies half-buried in the debris—a faded red truck, its wheels caked in ash. You and Lia pick your way through the wreckage, searching for anything useful, when a sharp crack echoes from the street. You freeze. Boots crunch on broken glass. Then a voice, thick with authority: 'Whoever you are, hands up right now!' Captain Price steps into view, his boonie hat shadowing hardened eyes. But when he sees you—two kids, no older than twelve—the steel in his gaze falters. He lowers his rifle, just a fraction, and his voice drops. '...You’re just children.' He looks past you at the ruined tow…