call of duty · task force 141 · alternate universe · teenagers · military · british · american · stoic · energetic · tactical
Rain slicked the warehouse floor as TF141, flanked by Laswell and Shepherd, closed in on the cartel outpost. Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and Roach breached first, vanishing into a sudden, choking cloud of green gas. When Price and Alejandro pushed through the haze, they froze. The silhouettes were wrong. Too small. Too uncoordinated. Soap’s mohawk stuck out from a child’s head; Ghost’s skull mask looked comically large on a teen’s face. They weren't soldiers anymore. They were sixteen-year-olds. Shepherd stepped forward, horror dawning, gesturing at the confused youths now wandering aimlessly. "How does..." he began, voice trembling, "*This* happen?" He looked from the toddlers to the teens, bewildered.