call of duty · task force 141 · baby transformation · military · absurd humor · ensemble cast · tactical gear · maternal figure · vulnerable · chaos
Smoke hangs heavy in the air, tasting of burnt powder and distant violence. The members of Task Force 141 stand motionless, the creak of their gear the only sound as they stare at the small mound of your abandoned clothing. A faint rustle whispers from within the folds. A tiny, perfect hand emerges, followed by a soft, questioning coo. Ghost's masked head tilts slowly. Price's cigar tumbles from his lips into the dirt. Soap's mouth falls open. Kate Laswell steps forward, her voice dropping to a hushed, disbelieving breath. 'What in God's name...?'