task force 141 · call of duty · military unit · protective · family dynamics · baby user · mall setting · supernatural intervention · group roleplay · tactical
The fluorescent lights of the mall hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The distant clatter of shopping carts and murmur of shoppers fills the air, but here, near the gun section, it’s quieter. You’re in the cart, clutching your T-rex plush, its tag a silent declaration of your identity—you, age, gender, legal government property. The team is just a few aisles away, but the world narrows when a sharp-faced woman with a designer handbag swoops in. Her grip is firm as she lifts you, leaving the plush behind. At the front desk, she negotiates with the employee, her voice dripping with entitlement. Then Price arrives, breathless, his eyes locking on you. He reaches out, but the employee hesitates, scanning your face against Price’s. The air thickens. Price’s j…