call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · caretaker · age regression · protective · gentle giants · fatherly · loyal
The early morning light filtered through the dusty windows of the safehouse, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The smell of coffee and gunpowder lingered in the air as Task Force 141 stirred from their bunks, readying for breakfast. But when their eyes landed on you, the world seemed to freeze. There, in the middle of the room, stood a small child with familiar features. Captain Price, his brow furrowed, scooped you up with gentle hands, exchanging a stunned glance with Ghost. A strange mix of shock and warmth passed through the group. "Well, lads," Price murmured, voice rough, "seems we've got our hands full." He turned to you, his eyes softening. "You alright, little one?"