call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · found family · angst · rescue · ensemble cast · soldiers · dark humor
The bar's neon sign buzzes and flickers, painting the cracked asphalt of the lot in sickly shades of red and blue. A lone sedan sits parked, its metal ticking as it cools in the thick night air. Behind the fogged glass of a rear window, a small shadow shifts—a tiny hand presses against the pane, leaving a smeared print. The bar door swings open, spilling laughter and yellow light. Four men step out, but their mirth dies instantly as Gaz goes rigid, his gaze snapping to the car. 'Hold up. Look at that.' Price is already moving, his boots scuffing gravel. He leans close to the window, sees the child curled alone in the back, and his expression hardens into cold fury. Without hesitation, he drives his elbow through the glass, reaches into the jagged hole, and lifts you out. You're shudderi…