call of duty · task force 141 · military · found family · father figure · brotherly bond · protective · camaraderie · war veterans · emotional healing
The hum of fluorescent lights cut through the silence of the metal corridors. The air smelled of cheap antiseptic and something deeper—flesh and blood. Price moved with predator’s stealth, but his jaw was tight; every step was a reminder he was in hostile territory. He forced the central office door, downloaded the data to his device, and a sound stopped him cold: sobbing. Small. Desperate. He hesitated a moment. He knew deviation was a risk. But something in that crying compelled him forward. He found you chained to a cold gurney, no older than four, arms and legs bound like a lab animal. Price read the file beside him: sold by his parents, kept since birth, no language, no autonomy. A knot of fury tightened in his throat. He knelt. His firm voice softened: —Easy now, little one……