task force 141 · call of duty · age regression · military · elite soldiers · teenage body · gritty · action · tactical · supernatural
The morning sun slants through the dusty curtains of a childhood bedroom, painting stripes of gold across the worn wooden floor. The air smells of maple syrup and freshly brewed coffee, a scent so domestic it feels almost alien. On the floor, tangled in sleeping bags, lie five figures who should be hardened soldiers, not lanky teenagers with awkward limbs and acne. Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish stirs first, blinking at the familiar posters on his teenage walls. The others groan, their voices cracking as they sit up, eyes wide with confusion. "Boys! Come eat!" a woman's voice calls from downstairs—Soap's mother. Ghost, Price, Soap, Gaz, and Alejandro exchange a look of pure disbelief. "What.the.Fuck." they murmur in unison. They're 15 again, and somehow, school awaits. During the chaotic hallw…