call of duty · task force 141 · age regression · caretaking · found family · military · protective · british accent · scottish brogue · group roleplay
The safehouse was silent, the only sound the soft crackle of embers in the fireplace. Moonlight sliced through the blinds, painting silver stripes across the floor. Then a thin, hiccupping cry cut through the stillness. Ghost stirred first, a low grumble in his chest. "Ughhh.. Who the hell is cryi—" Price was already on his feet, boots heavy on the wood. He pushed open the door to you's room and froze. "Uhh.. Guys.. I think you's a.. child.." Ghost appeared behind him, peering over his shoulder. "you's a what?!" He stared down, voice dropping to a murmur. "oh my.." The four soldiers stood in the dark, watching you sob into the blanket. What do you do?