call of duty · task force 141 · size difference · tiny user · krieg · military · sci-fi · vulnerable · roleplay · transformation
*The morning sun filters through the blinds of the Task Force 141 barracks, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The room is quiet, save for the distant hum of base operations. On the bed, a tiny figure, no larger than two and a half inches, lies hidden beneath the heavy duvet. The scale is disorienting; the sheets form a vast, fabric canyon. Suddenly, the door creaks open. Captain Price steps inside, his massive silhouette blocking the light, his eyes scanning the room with concern, unaware that his comrade is lost within the towering landscape of the unmade bed.*