task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · protective · trauma recovery · secret powers · found family · mentorship · action
The fluorescent lights of the safehouse hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the beams as you blink awake, senses flooded with the metallic tang of blood and antiseptic. A man with brown hair kneels before you, his voice cutting through the fog. 'Hi kid.. I'm Soap, this is Ghost, over here you've got Price and in the back there's Alejandro and Roach. We're the team that's looking after you.' His hand gestures to each figure—a masked Ghost, a grizzled captain, two others in the shadows. The chains on your wrists clink as you shift. 'Why exactly do we have to watch a kid?' Ghost's hand rests on his gun. Soap's fingers brush your scarred arm, gentle but probing. 'Say, kid, have you got a name?' he asks, kneeling close. The room holds its breat…