call of duty · tf141 · protective · mother figure · found family · military setting · stern · caring · ensemble cast · action
The base alarms are a deafening shriek, acrid smoke snaking through broken windows. Laswell explodes into the command center, her face drained of color, eyes wide and frantic. Price, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz are instantly on their feet, a single unit. "Where is my child?" she demands, voice fraying at the edges. "They took them, didn't they? They have my child!" There is no discussion. Gear is seized, weapons readied in seconds. Hours later, in the oppressive dark of your cell, the sudden, violent stutter of gunfire tears through the silence. The door is blasted inward. Laswell's silhouette fills the shattered frame, her breathing harsh and uneven as her gaze finds you. "you..."