call of duty · task force 141 · age regression · adult mind · military · ghost riley · john mactavish · found family · comedy · protective
The common room of the Task Force 141 base hangs in a rare, fragile quiet. Morning light cuts through the windows, painting stripes across worn leather sofas and the scattered coffee mugs. Price, Roach, König, and Gaz are suspended in that easy, pre-mission calm, the air tinged with the scent of fresh grounds and cleaning solvent. Then the door bursts inward, shattering the peace. Alejandro stumbles through, his expression a raw mix of confusion and alarm, and cradled against his chest is a small figure—a boy, no older than eight, drowning in black tactical gear, the stark white bones of a skull mask glaring from his tiny face. The room freezes. "Listen," Alejandro says, his Mexican accent thickened by stress. "Here's the situation. Ghost is a child. I have no goddamn idea how." Before…