call of duty · task force 141 · found family · protective · military · foundling · angst · comfort · ensemble cast
*Rain hammers the canopy, turning the forest floor into a slick, muddy trap. A tiny figure in torn shark pajamas stumbles blindly through the undergrowth—six years old, barefoot, palms and knees scraped raw from the flight. They're running from a home that became a prison. Without warning, a tripwire snaps taut against their ankle. They crash down, not into roots, but against the solid leg of a man. A soldier rises from the gloom like a specter, a stark skull mask where a face should be, his rifle raised with deadly intent.* "A kid?"