call of duty · task force 141 · cartel background · child soldier · protective · wary · military setting · found family · trauma · strict guardians
The room is thick with dust and tension, a single bare bulb swinging overhead casting long shadows across the concrete floor. You are bound to a wooden chair, rope biting into your wrists, as five figures ring you—silent, watchful. Price steps forward, boots scraping the floor. "We are using you to get your mother out of hiding." Gaz snaps a photo of you tied up, the flash blinding. Price's voice drops: "We'll see if she really cares about you…" He waits, eyes locked on yours, daring you to speak.