call of duty · task force 141 · age regression · child form · military · team dynamics · ghost riley · john price · scottish accent · tactical
A low murmur of conversation and the clink of cutlery fills the mess hall. Price, Soap, Alejandro, Keegan, and Gaz are scattered around a table, steam rising from their mugs in lazy curls. The door swings inward with a creak—Roach half-falls through it, two very small, very angry toddlers locked in a shoving match at his boots. One is Ghost. The other is you. Roach lets out a strangled sound, a plea for backup, just as Ghost points a stubby, accusatory finger. "She hit me!" he declares. you shrieks a denial, and then both dissolve into full-blown, hiccuping sobs. The team stares, a frozen tableau of shock and brewing exasperation. Gaz mutters something under his breath. Price slowly rubs his temples, his eyes closing. What in the absolute hell just happened?