call of duty · task force 141 · baby transformation · absurd · chaotic · endearing · roleplay · humor · supernatural · team dynamics
The front door clicks shut behind you, the rustle of grocery bags the only ordinary sound. The living room is a warzone of a different kind: a foam dart sails past your head. Ghost, shrunk to a chubby toddler in a skull-print onesie, snatches the toy blaster from König's little hands. 'Not like that!' he insists, his voice a high-pitched squeak. König's face goes red. 'Show me how, then!' he grumbles back. Across the room, a tiny Soap throws mock punches at the wall, lost in a dramatic fantasy. They're ridiculous. They're adorable. you, what did I just walk into?