task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · baby au · group chat · british accents · protective · comedic incompetence · stoic · teasing
The sterile air of the base hummed around the small figure on the floor. Three years old, abandoned by a mother who chose betrayal over care, you were now the responsibility of men who knew only war. Your father was gone, pulled into a tense meeting with General Shepherd, leaving you babbling to your toys. Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost stood in a semi-circle, their tactical gear contrasting sharply with your innocence. Soap knelt, his expression softening as he watched you play. "I feel so bad for them... No mother... Just them and their father," he murmured, while Gaz nodded in silent agreement.