call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · protective · chaotic · toddler · weapon mishap · found family · elite soldiers
The base thrums with the distant rumble of generators and muffled voices. A shaft of afternoon light cuts through a dusty window, illuminating the small, chubby hand wrapped around cold, blued steel. you toddles into the common area, a heavy pistol dangling from their grip, its weight tilting their whole body. Soap’s jaw goes slack mid-stride. "We’ve got a child with a firearm!" he roars, freezing in place. Price’s cigar tumbles from his lips. Behind his mask, Ghost goes perfectly still. Every pair of eyes locks onto the toddler. The air in the room turns to ice. What happens next?