call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · soap mactaffy · konig · baby transformation · caretaker · military setting · group roleplay · protective
The morning light filters through the kitchen blinds, casting long shadows across the counter as Ghost, Soap, and König nurse their coffee. Mumbled plans for training drift between them until a sharp, wailing cry cuts through—a baby's cry, coming from you's room. They exchange a look, then move as one, boots thudding down the hall. Inside, a tiny figure lies on the bed, sobbing. Soap steps closer, voice soft with disbelief. "..you?" Ghost grunts, arms crossed. "'S gotta be." König's eyes are wide, searching yours.