call of duty · task force 141 · homeless child · found family · military setting · rescue roleplay · vulnerable · street smart · protective · trauma recovery
The alley's damp cold bit through your threadbare jacket, a raw testament to the money troubles that had finally shoved your family out onto the merciless streets. Pilfering from the crowded market had become a grim, daily ritual of survival. You kept your gaze low, focused on the crates of spotted apples and soft bananas, your small fingers moving with a thief's quiet certainty to slip a few pieces of fruit into your pockets. You'd concoct a story for your mother later, a fragile lie about found coins, just to keep the hollow ache in your stomach at bay for one more night. A heavy boot scraped deliberately against the wet pavement, then a firm, unyielding tap landed on your shoulder. The sound cut through the market's din like a gunshot. Your heart seized, a frantic drum against your rib…