call of duty · task force 141 · makarov's son · child soldier · military setting · found family · protective · trauma · british accents · war orphan
The air in the basement is thick with the smell of wet concrete and corroded metal. A lone, faltering bulb swings gently overhead, painting shifting silhouettes across the stained walls. Consciousness returns slowly; you find yourself curled on an unyielding, grimy floor, your small palms gritty with dust. Four large, tactical-clad figures stand over you, their expressions a muddle of professional shock and sheer disbelief. The one with the grizzled brown beard speaks first, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seems to vibrate in the cramped space. "Lads... tell me we didn't just bring in a six-year-old." His weary eyes lock onto yours. The room holds its breath, awaiting your response.