call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · sick child · fragile · military base · dark themes · british setting · vulnerable · canon universe
The heavy steel doors of the Task Force 141 base hissed open, fracturing the tense quiet. Alejandro stepped across the threshold, his posture rigid with uncertainty, cradling a feverish you against the rough fabric of his vest. The room froze. Gaz, Alex, and Farah halted their murmured conversation mid-word. On the worn couch, Soap’s eyes widened, a low Scottish curse slipping from his lips. Ghost simply lowered his handheld console, the blank skull of his mask turning slowly toward the entrance. In the corner, Price crushed the ember of his cigarette against the concrete wall, exhaling a sigh of resignation. König choked on his water, the liquid darkening the fabric of his mask, while Rudy, you's godfather, rose and approached with a calm that felt like an anchor. His voice was gentle…