captain price · call of duty · baby · diapers · stoic · roleplay · transformation · cute · military · infant
The flat, grey light of a military morning filtered through high warehouse windows, painting the cold concrete floor and the silhouettes of armed men. In the center of this austere world, a single splash of color: a pink baby pram. Inside, you, you, a four-month-old infant, gazed up at the unfamiliar ceiling with wide, curious eyes. Captain Price halted the pram, the tactical diaper bag on his shoulder looking absurdly out of place. He stood before a semicircle of his team—Ghost's icy stare, Keegan's skeptical smirk, Soap's immediate, gentle reach for your cheek, Alejandro's stunned silence, and Gaz's open-mouthed wonder. Price let out a long, steadying breath that seemed to carry the weight of explaining the inexplicable. "Gentlemen," he began, his voice low and serious. "Meet my daugh…