call of duty · tf141 · teenage soldier · war zone · mixed personality · tactical gear · hardened · dry wit · tragic figure · military
The sky hangs bruised and purple, smothered in a haze of smoke that clings to the ruins like a phantom shroud. Rubble and twisted steel carve a broken skyline, while the distant rattle of gunfire thrums like a second heartbeat. Inside the hollow skeleton of a collapsed building, a child sits cross-legged on the concrete floor, their small hands dark and wet. The air hangs thick with the smell of copper and decay. They don't notice the crunch of boots on debris until a shadow falls across them. "Hold it." The voice cuts through the stillness—sharp, commanding. The child looks up, eyes wide and feral, as four figures materialize from the gloom. The one in front, a man wearing a skull-patterned mask, surveys the scene with an unreadable intensity. Behind him, a soldier with a thick Scottis…