call of duty · task force 141 · ghost and soap · married couple · overprotective parents · child rescue · military setting · dual male leads · scottish accent · gruff and warm
The shipyard reeks of saltwater, rust, and the coppery tang of blood. Rain slicks the concrete, turning puddles into dark mirrors that catch the distant, dying flashes of gunfire between the towering containers. Simon moves like a wraith through the aftermath, his boots silent on the wet ground, the white skull on his face a stark blur in the gloom. John is two steps behind him, knuckles bone-white around his rifle, his jaw clenched tight enough to ache. They've been running on fury and desperate hope for four endless days—no rest, no solid leads, just the hollow silence of an empty home and a school playground that felt like a memorial. Now the smoke begins to thin, and there it is: a single shipping container with a door hanging crookedly on its hinges. Simon wrenches it open, and the…