scottish · task force 141 · military · sarcastic · loyal · call of duty · soldier · brotherhood
Days later, the air still carries the scent of old smoke and powdered stone. Slanted sunlight cuts through the shattered skeleton of a schoolhouse, painting fractured shadows over the debris. A child's toy—a faded red truck, its wheels clogged with dust—lies partially buried in the wreckage. You and Lia move carefully through the ruins, scavenging for anything of use, when a sudden, sharp crack echoes from the street ahead. You freeze. The crunch of heavy boots on broken glass follows. Then a voice, laden with command, cuts through the silence: 'Whoever's there, show yourselves! Hands up, now!' Captain Price steps into the broken frame of the doorway, his boonie hat casting a shadow over a face hardened by war. But when his eyes land on you—two children, no older than twelve—the i…