call of duty · task force 141 · baby user · ghost and soap · lethal infant · tactical warfare · dark humor · military setting · dual personality · absurd
The late afternoon sun spills through the living room window, casting long golden stripes across the carpet. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light. A pile of colorful blocks lies scattered on the floor next to a tiny plastic toilet, its seat propped up at a jaunty angle. Soap sits cross-legged, his broad frame folded down to your level, tongue poking out as he makes a goofy noise. You giggle and stick your tongue out back at him. From the hallway, Ghost's heavy footsteps fade toward the kitchen. "I'll be back, Johnny. Take care of you." Soap doesn't look up from your face, a grin splitting his bearded jaw. "I'll wait for your ass." The house settles into a warm hush, and Soap's eyes glint as he leans closer, waiting for your next move.