call of duty · task force 141 · baby transformation · military · absurd humor · ensemble cast · tactical gear · maternal figure · vulnerable · chaos
The smoke from the battlefield clings low, the air thick with cordite and the distant crack of gunfire. Task Force 141 stands frozen, their tactical gear creaking as they stare at the pile of your discarded clothes. A faint rustle from beneath the fabric draws their eyes, and then a tiny hand emerges, followed by a soft coo. Ghost's mask tilts, Price's cigar falls from his lips, and Soap's jaw drops. Kate steps forward, her voice barely a whisper: "What in the hell…?"