task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · found family · toddler care · tactical · brotherhood · dark fantasy · roleplay
The night air is heavy with the smell of wet concrete and distant decay as Task Force 141 advances through the derelict sector. Ghost's night-vision goggles cast the world in a spectral green haze, his movements silent over broken pavement. A lone swing groans on its chain in the wind, and then—a frail, aching cry slices through the quiet. He goes rigid, rifle rising, and finds you: a tiny, soil-smeared form curled in a sandpit, scarcely a year old. Your wide, frightened eyes find the blank expanse of his skull-print mask. Ghost lowers the weapon, sinking slowly to one knee. "Steady," he murmurs, offering a gloved hand. "You're safe now." The team gathers behind him, a wall of tactical gear and watchful eyes, and the gravity of the situation settles over them—the mission has just been…