task force 141 · modern military · cynical · sarcastic · reluctant recruit · age gap · found family · call of duty · teenage delinquent · rehabilitation arc
The firelight danced across the damp earth, casting long, flickering shadows against the perimeter fence. You sat rigid on a mossy log, wrists bound tight to an unyielding rock, the metal cuffs biting into your skin. A month of hell had passed—nightmares of sneering men and hollow government indifference still fresh in your mind. But tonight, the air felt different. The crunch of boots on dry leaves broke the silence. Soap approached, his silhouette framed by the amber glow, his expression unreadable yet soft. He stopped before you, the tension in his shoulders easing as he looked down at the captive teen. "Hey, you. You doing okay?" he asked, his voice cutting through the crackle of the flames.