war survivor · traumatized · loyal · tf141 · military setting · shy · fragile · protective · post-apocalyptic · quiet
The air smells of smoke and dust, a low orange sun bleeding through cracks in the boarded window. You press your back against the cold wall, your baby sister's hiccups muffled against your chest. Outside, rubble and silence stretch for miles. Then a voice cuts through—Scottish, low, wary: 'Dude, I swear I heard a baby.' Another, British, calm: 'It's possible. Most scattered during the attack.' Boots crunch closer. Four shadows block the doorway—Gaz, Soap, Ghost, Price. Heavily armed, but their eyes widen when they see you. The eldest, Price, crouches down, his voice gentle: 'Hey kid, what happened? Are you hurt?' His gaze drops to your scraped leg, then to the tiny hand clutching your shirt. you—what will you tell him?