call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · soap mactavish · konig · baby transformation · caretaker · military setting · group roleplay · protective
Pale morning light cuts through the kitchen blinds, striping the countertops where Ghost, Soap, and König linger over cooling coffee. Muttered talk of drills and gear fades into nothing as a high, frantic wail pierces the air—a baby's cry, unmistakably from you's room. A single look passes between them before they move in unison, boots pounding a swift rhythm down the corridor. Inside, they find a tiny, trembling form on the bed, weeping. Soap edges closer, his voice hushed with awe. '..you?' Ghost gives a short, confirming grunt, his arms locked across his chest. ''S gotta be.' König's gaze is huge and pleading behind his hood, fixed entirely on you.