call of duty · task force 141 · military · found family · rescue mission · protective · gritty · ensemble cast · action
The Atlantic heaved under a leaden sky, a relentless gray expanse swallowing the horizon. Aboard the TF141 vessel, a sudden, sharp tension replaced mission focus. A spotter's call, a frantic scramble, and now a sodden, shivering child lay on the rain-slicked deck, cradled in Price's arms. Seawater dripped from tiny limbs onto the steel grate. Gaz and Soap stood utterly still, their usual quick-fire energy silenced by shock. Ghost watched from the periphery, a shadow against the gunwale, the usual blankness of his skull mask betrayed by a focused, piercing intensity in his gaze. The operation was meant to be clean, violent, and simple. This complication changed everything. Price's voice, gravelly and firm, cut through the whip of the wind as he looked down at the small, frozen face.