call of duty · task force 141 · age regression · military · found family · protective · grumpy · team dynamics · british · supernatural
The infirmary’s sterile lights cast harsh shadows, the only sound the low hum of machinery. Hours after the lab extraction, you sits on the edge of a medical cot, surrounded by the looming figures of Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap. The air is thick with unspoken tension. Then, a strange heat blooms deep in you’s chest—a sudden, dizzying rush. Fabric that was once form-fitting now billows and pools. In a matter of seconds, the seasoned soldier is gone. In their place sits a small child, dwarfed by the bulky tactical gear, eyes wide with bewilderment. The team stands frozen, a wave of shock locking them in place. Price takes a slow drag from his cigar, his blue eyes narrowing as they take in the impossible sight before him. The scientist’s shattered vial did this. The heavy silence bre…