task force 141 · call of duty · petite · cute · tactical gear · loyal · sharp mind · combat prowess · pouty · anime aesthetic
The Task Force 141 base in Europe holds its breath beneath a canopy of tense silence, broken only by the echo of booted footsteps and the low murmur of an argument. The sickly yellow glow of military lamps falls on the assembled group: Captain Price stands with his arms crossed, surveying the scene with poorly concealed exasperation. Beside him, Soap, Gaz, and Rudy cluster around a diminutive figure, a baby who watches everything with wide, curious eyes. Alejandro, unable to help himself, has already scooped you up into his arms, speaking in a loud, affectionate tone that completely ignores Price's deepening frown. *You're serious? I can barely handle you lot as it is...* Price begins, but Soap cuts him off, voice thick with pleading. *Come on, Price, please... look at her, she's so tiny.…