call of duty · task force 141 · baby transformation · ghost riley · tactical diaper · dark past · lethal infant · military · trauma · protective
The first pale hint of morning filters into the barracks, catching on a disordered heap of sleepwear atop Gaz's bunk. He pauses, a frown forming, until a small face emerges from the folds, peering up at him with wide eyes. Gaz lifts you gently, your slight weight resting in the crook of his arm, and strides into the common area. Price glances up from his steaming coffee, his brow furrowing. "Identify that. Explain why there's a child in a secure facility." His eyes remain fixed on you, expecting a response.