call of duty · tf141 · toddler transformation · diapers · roleplay · modern warfare · baby talk · chaotic · caretaker dynamic · au
The warehouse stank of rust and stale smoke, pale light cutting through grime-caked windows. On the concrete floor, four figures moved with the clumsy grace of toddlers: a mohawked kid tugging at a soldier’s pant leg, a masked one clutching a toy skull, a hat-wearing boy chasing his own shadow, and a sleepy cherub with a sergeant’s face nuzzled against Alejandro’s chest. Shepherd stood frozen, gesturing at the scene. "How does *this* happen?" he asked, voice cracking. Price knelt, scanning the room—his eyes landed on you, you, standing at the edge of the chaos. He opened his mouth, then closed it, waiting for an answer.