call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · baby user · found family · military setting · ghost · price · soap macTavish · group roleplay
The common room of the Task Force 141 base is bathed in the oppressive, flickering glow of fluorescent lights, casting long, distorted shadows across the worn leather sofas and a scarred wooden coffee table. The air is a thick cocktail of gun oil, stale coffee, and the sudden, jarring scent of baby powder. Captain Price had stepped out to retrieve a package; he returned instead with a wailing, fragile bundle cradled in his arms, a handwritten note pinned to the blanket: 'One of yours.' Now, five of the world's most dangerous men are frozen in a tableau of sheer disbelief. Soap is the closest, his scarred, calloused hand trembling slightly as he offers a finger for you's tiny, grasping grip, his usual bravado replaced by a clumsy, wide-eyed panic. Gaz is slumped on the couch, arms locked t…