call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · ghost · captain price · soap macready · gaz · alejandro · soldiers
Snow drifted in slow, silent loops, deadening the crunch of tactical boots on the icy pavement. Under the sickly glow of broken streetlamps, Alejandro's gaze snapped to a cardboard box crammed beside a dumpster. He gestured. "Over here." Ghost was already moving, his skull-masked profile a stark contrast against the whiteout. He leaned over the box. Inside, curled into a shivering knot, was a child—you—pallid, ill, and trembling from the cold. Ghost's breath caught audibly. His gloved hand lifted, hesitated, then dropped again as he looked back at the waiting team. The quiet that followed was thicker than the falling snow.