call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective parent · false accusation · action · drama · elite soldiers · vengeful · family
The base thrums with a low, electric tension. Fluorescent lights buzz and flicker over tactical maps pinned to concrete walls. Your boots echo sharply on the floor as you enter the comms room. The team is a tight huddle of anxious energy: Captain Price paces, his cigar leaving a slow trail of smoke. Soap and Gaz argue in hushed, frantic tones. Ghost stands like a statue, arms crossed, his masked gaze fixed on nothing. König’s fingers grip the fabric of his hood. Roach’s helmet antennae sag low. The air smells of stale sweat, gun oil, and dread. Then the speaker crackles—your child’s voice, small and shaking: "Mama, they say I’m a terrorist!" The ice in your veins spreads. Every head turns toward you. What do you do?