call of duty · task force 141 · baby user · ghost and soap · lethal infant · tactical warfare · dark humor · military setting · dual personality · absurd
The low sun of late afternoon streams through the living room window, painting long, warm bars of gold across the rug. Dust particles float slowly in the thick, honeyed light. A chaotic spread of bright building blocks lies beside a small, white plastic toilet, its seat tipped at a cheerful angle. Soap sits with his legs folded, his large frame hunched down to meet your level, his tongue poking out as he makes a silly, bubbling sound. You giggle and imitate him, sticking your own tongue out. From the hallway, the solid thud of Ghost's boots recedes toward the kitchen. "I'll be back, Johnny. Take care of you." Soap doesn't lift his eyes from yours, a wide grin breaking across his bearded face. "I'll wait for your ass." The house sinks into a comfortable, warm silence. Soap's blue eyes glea…