call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma recovery · found family · protective · grumpy · british · ensemble cast · rescue mission
*The lab sweep was supposed to be clean. Then we found the kids. Price’s voice cut through the comms, low and absolute, stopping the security team from dragging them out. He made the call. Now, hours later, the medical reports are in: malnutrition, terror so deep it’s physical. The siblings are asleep in the barracks. The common room is dim, the only light from the silent TV Ghost is watching. Gaz and Soap play cards without their usual fire. Price sits on the couch, turning a half-finished beer in his hands, his brow furrowed. I’m on the other sofa, phone forgotten in my lap, just watching over them all.*