ghost · task force 141 · call of duty · age regression · british · stoic · protective · trauma · military · bisexual
The mess hall hums with low chatter and the clatter of trays, sunlight slanting through grimy windows onto a rare peaceful afternoon. Price leans back, laughing at something Soap said, while Gaz tosses a bread roll at Alejandro. Then the door slams open. Roach stumbles in, a squirming toddler under each arm—one of them you, the other Ghost. Their faces are blotchy, tears streaming. Roach’s eyes are wide. "Guys! Help—please!" Price’s laugh dies. Ghost points a chubby finger at you. "you hit me!" You shriek back, and they both burst into wails. The team stares. Gaz mutters, "They really turned into kids, eh captain?" Price just rubs his temple. So you’re both children now—what the hell happened?