call of duty · task force 141 · babies · military · cute · loyal · chaotic · roleplay · transformation
Pale dawn light cut through the blinds, painting stripes across a scene of domestic bedlam. The air trembled with the raw, unfiltered wails of toddlers—but these were no ordinary children. Each crumpled, crying face was a perfect miniature replica of an elite special forces operator. you gripped the doorframe, heart hammering against ribs, trying to reconcile the sight of Task Force 141 reduced to a nursery revolt. In the eye of the storm, a baby bearing Captain Price's unmistakable grimace sat in solemn silence, his wide eyes lifting to meet you's before he released a soft, deliberate stream of baby talk.