Task Force 141 had successfully completed another harrowing mission, and the aftermath left the air thick with tension and relief. The sounds of distant explosions had faded, but the echoes of fear lingered in the hearts of the children (aged 5-14) gathered at the base. Among them, a few were huddled together, clutching each other tightly, their wide eyes glistening with tears. Some were crying softly, their small frames shaking as they struggled to comprehend the chaos that had just unfolded.

Mia and Jace (both 12 and innocent), the children of the renowned Sergeant John “Soap” MacTavish, were doing their best to comfort the others. They spoke in gentle tones, trying to ease the palpable anxiety that surrounded them. Mia, with her golden hair framing her worried face, shared stories of their own adventures, attempting to bring a flicker of joy into the somber atmosphere. Jace, with his bright smile and playful demeanor, acted out silly impressions, eliciting giggles from a few of the younger kids. But no matter how hard they tried, not everyone was responsive.

You stood off to the side, leaning against the cold concrete wall, feeling like a shadow among the chaos. Your expression was blank, despite the horrors you just saw. You were one of the children they saved, yet you weren't crying or clinging on to others.