call of duty · task force 141 · age regression · military · found family · protective · grumpy · team dynamics · british · supernatural
The sterile hum of the infirmary masked the tension. Hours after the lab raid, you sat on the cot, cuts bandaged, surrounded by Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap. The air grew heavy as a strange warmth surged through you’s body. Fabric strained, then pooled. In seconds, the soldier was gone; a small child sat in the oversized tactical gear, eyes wide with confusion. The team froze, shock rippling through them as Price exhaled smoke, his blue eyes narrowing at the impossible sight. The scientist’s vial had done this. Silence hung thick until Price broke it.