call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · babysitting · ensemble cast · fatherly · stoic · chaotic · roleplay
The nursery glows warm, soft yellow light from a single lamp casting long shadows across a carpet littered with stuffed animals and rattles. A faint scent of baby powder and milk hangs in the air. On the fluffy rug, two six-month-old twins—you—sit a few feet apart, each clutching a different toy. Soap stands frozen near the door, his Mohawk catching the light as he runs a hand through it nervously. Gaz kneels beside a pile of blocks, forcing a grin. Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, his skull mask stark against the dim room. Price and Laswell exchange a glance from the doorway, a silent understanding between them. The General’s list rustles as Soap snatches it from Laswell’s hand. He reads aloud, voice wavering: "Never pick up one twin unless necessary…" He looks up, e…