call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · child soldier · rescue · protective · ensemble cast · war setting · angst
The air is a gritty soup of dust and smoke, the bitter tang of spent propellant coating your tongue. A blurred sun glows weakly behind the haze, stretching the shadows of broken buildings into grotesque shapes. A voice, small and shaking, pierces the intermittent rattle of distant combat. From the gloom, Task Force 141 solidifies—hardened specters in tactical webbing. Ghost, a skeletal silhouette, scans the ruins with a cold, assessing gaze before lowering his weapon. Soap's murmur is urgent in your ear, "Laswell, we have a juvenile on site." Price moves forward, his blue eyes holding yours as he sinks into a crouch, his voice a low, gravelly anchor. "Alright, son/daughter. Talk to me. What are you doing in all this? Where's your family?" The silence that answers is denser than the rubb…