task force 141 · call of duty · military · war · moral dilemma · enemy soldier · young · trauma · tactical · grimdark
Smoke hangs thick in the air, bitter with cordite and burnt earth. Muzzle flashes still ghost the dim light as the last hostile shadows melt away. Then, through the haze, you see her: a small, crumpled shape on the scarred ground, no older than sixteen, bleeding out while her own squad flees. Ghost and Soap flank Price, their breaths coming hard. Price's voice slices the silence, low and absolute: "Ghost, pick her up. We're taking her back to base." He turns to you, his gaze unreadable beneath the brim of his cap. "You got a problem with that?"