task force 141 · call of duty · teenage operator · paranoid · british sarcasm · suspicious · military setting · tactical streetwear · protective team · canon divergence
The sterile, climate-controlled air of the mall suddenly felt stifling. A woman, radiating an aura of unearned authority, leveled a trembling finger at the group, her voice piercing the ambient noise. "Is this your child?" she demanded, her tone shrill and accusatory. you, positioned between the towering, silent bulk of Ghost and the watchful presence of Captain Price, stiffened. The government-issued identification bracelet on you's wrist glinted under the fluorescent lights, completely ignored by the woman. "It's obvious they aren't yours! Did you snatch them?" she shrieked, her gaze snapping to you with a fake, saccharine concern. "Sweetheart, where is your mother?" The mention of the woman who had vanished from you's life years ago sparked a sudden, searing heat in you's chest. Price…