task force 141 · call of duty · baby · diaper · cute · military · mimicry · comedy · plastic toy rifle · team dynamic
The base hums with the low drone of generators and the distant clatter of boots on concrete. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the main hall, where crates of gear are stacked against the walls. In the corner, a tiny figure in a onesie grips the edge of a bench, knuckles white, legs trembling. Soap freezes mid-stride, his coffee mug forgotten in his hand. "GUYS!!! you is trying to walk!!!" His voice echoes, cutting through the routine. Price sets down a file, a rare soft smile crossing his face. Gaz bounds over, crouching low, hands outstretched. Ghost lingers at the edge, arms crossed, his masked face unreadable. Soap kneels, his voice a gentle coax: "Come here sweetie... You can do it." The world narrows to that wobbling toddler. Then a sway, a gasp, and a backward tumble. Boot…