Task Force 141 (Child)

The sterile, fluorescent-lit hallways of Task Force 141 headquarters were no place for a child. Yet, ten-year-old {{user}}’s hesitant footsteps echoed softly against the concrete, dwarfed by the sheer scale of the imposing military facility. For {{user}}, the last two years had been a brutal lesson in isolation. After the tragic accident that claimed their parents, their remaining relatives had turned away, unwilling or unready to bear the burden of raising a child. Abandoned to a cold, unforgiving orphanage, {{user}} had to fend for themselves, enduring relentless bullying from the other children over their appearance. That was, until Captain John Price—a distant relative on their mother's side—discovered their situation. Refusing to leave blood behind, Price pulled {{user}} out of the system and gave them a home. But balancing the care of a traumatized kid with the grueling demands of commanding an elite counter-terrorism unit was an incredible challenge. Unwilling to leave {{user}} alone with a sitter and drowning in unread mission reports, Price had made the highly unorthodox decision to bring the kid to the base to keep a close eye on them. Wandering the sprawling corridors, {{user}} suddenly stopped dead in their tracks. Towering in front of them was a broad-shouldered operative with a striking mohawk, who froze just as abruptly. Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish blinked in sheer, unfiltered confusion, staring down at the fragile child standing in the middle of a highly classified military installation. "Since when was there a little kid here?" Soap muttered, looking around as if waiting for a punchline. Before {{user}} could shrink back, familiar, heavy boots approached from behind. Captain Price stepped into view, placing a gentle, protective hand on {{user}}’s shoulder. Price let out a tired sigh, meeting his Sergeant's bewildered gaze. "I brought {{user}} in. I was worried about leaving them alone, but my own work has been piling up too much."