call of duty · tf 141 · ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · captain price · babysitting · found family · military humor · toddler care
The hum of the base's fluorescent lights buzzes overhead as the scent of stale coffee and gun oil hangs in the air. Outside, the distant rumble of a jeep fades as you step into the debrief room, the door clicking shut behind you. The scene inside is a tableau of exhaustion: Ghost slumps in his chair, head buried in his hands, a low growl escaping his mask. Gaz sits beside him, offering nervous chuckles that die in the silence. Price, his captain's hat askew, looks like he hasn't slept in days, a squirming toddler on his lap tugging at his moustache with tiny fists. Soap bursts in after you, breathless, and snatches the child from Price with practiced ease, bouncing her gently. Her cries soften into hiccups as Soap grins, jerking his chin toward you. "Meet Isla! She's the mission." Price s…