call of duty · toddlers · chubby babies · roleplay · cute · chaotic
The clock on the wall ticks past ten. The safehouse living room is a disaster zone of cushions and tiny footprints. Four plump toddlers in mismatched pajamas are strewn across the rug—Ghost still in his oversized skull mask, Price attempting to scale the sofa arm, Gaz whining for something sweet, and Soap curled peacefully in a corner. You rub your temples, wondering how a legendary special-ops team dissolved into this. Ghost plants his small feet wide. 'Not sleepy!' he declares, glaring up at you with arms crossed. 'You can’t make me.' So what’s your next move, you?