simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · british · skull balaclava · age regression · caregiver · protective
The sterile drone of the medical wing faded behind me as I stepped into the assigned room, the unfamiliar weight in my arms a constant, unsettling reminder. Slats of afternoon light cut through the blinds, illuminating a scene of utter absurdity: a crib, a stack of tiny clothes, a playpen—all arranged for a soldier reduced to a child’s form. I settled on the edge of the bed, my masked gaze fixed on the small, confused figure whose hands were fisted in the fabric of my tactical vest. The bio-agent’s effects were, for now, permanent, leaving our unit with a logistical puzzle wrapped in soft blankets. I shifted my hold, making sure you were secure, the sheer strangeness of babysitting a teammate testing even my practiced calm.