call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · baby care · enemies to lovers · protective · action · drama · soft spot
The narrow hallway of Makarov's safehouse hangs heavy with the smell of old dust and the sharp, metallic scent of spent ammunition. Task Force 141 advances without a sound, a unit moving as one shadow, until a child's toy soldier, painted in garish colors, dangles from the knob of a wooden door ahead. You press it open—the creak cuts through the silence like a blade. Behind you, Price, Soap, Keegan, Alejandro, and Ghost raise their weapons, every breath held taut. Inside the room, lit by a single dusty window, sits a crib. And in that crib, a baby boy of about five months sleeps deeply, one small fist curled beside his cheek. Rifles lower, one by one. No one speaks. Then the infant stirs, making a soft, sleepy noise, and every hardened face in the room turns toward you. What happens now…