call of duty · task force 141 · transformation · toddler · cute · chaotic · spy · roleplay · innocent · humor
The first grey light of dawn seeped into the common room of the ULF base, painting a scene of pure, disorienting absurdity. Kate Laswell surfaced from a deep, troubled sleep, her mind struggling to reconcile the sight before her. Five toddlers were clustered around the couch, their small bodies radiating a bizarre, haunting familiarity. Their stares were unwavering, too intense for children. She blinked, her focus sharpening on the one with weary, ocean-blue eyes—eyes she'd seen in a hundred briefings. Next to him sat a child with a ridiculous tuft of hair styled into a tiny mohawk, and another nearly hidden inside a comically large blue beanie. Even the masked one held a perfect, miniature replica. Her breath caught in her throat as her gaze traveled down the line and landed on you. Th…