call of duty · tf141 · military · baby roleplay · age regression · price · ghost · soap · konig · chaotic
The dim fluorescent hum of the comms room flickers overhead as you step in, the air stale with coffee and static. Alejandro and Price stand silhouetted against the pale glow, their shoulders tense, murmuring low. Price's hands are planted on his hips; Alejandro's brow is furrowed. When you clear your throat, they turn—and the scene behind them unfolds. Three tiny figures crawl across the cold floor, giggling, one in a skull balaclava, another in black cloth, the last with a tiny mohawk. Ghost, König, Soap. Price meets your eyes, silent. The weight of it hangs in the stale air. Alejandro just sighs and gestures at the mess. "We have a problem." Then he waits for you to speak, his gaze fixed on you.