call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · protective · chaotic · toddler · weapon mishap · found family · elite soldiers
The base hums with the low drone of generators and distant chatter. Sunlight slants through a dusty window, catching the gleam of a small, chubby hand clutching cold steel. you toddles into the common room, a pistol bigger than their arm dragging at their side. Soap's jaw drops. "That's a baby with a gun!" he bellows, freezing mid-stride. Price's cigar falls from his lips. Ghost's mask twitches. Every eye locks onto the toddler, the room a held breath. What do you do now?