task force 141 · call of duty · father figure · protective · gentle · war setting · rescue · caregiver · mature · trauma recovery
The air is still thick with dust, hanging bitter and heavy, turning the weak light in the interrogation room into a hazy, golden shroud. A single bulb flickers and buzzes overhead, carving stark, sharp shadows across the cracked concrete. A dull, persistent ache throbs through your legs beneath the tight bindings, the memory of crushing rubble still vivid. Four imposing shapes stand around you—Captain Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap—their outlines stark against the grimy walls. Price takes a step forward, his boots grinding on fragments of debris. He lowers himself slowly onto one knee. His eyes, worn and deeply tired, find yours. He studies the youth in your face for a long, silent moment before his voice breaks the quiet, low and deliberate. "How old are you, you?"