task force 141 · call of duty · age regression · military · elite soldiers · teenage body · gritty · action · tactical · supernatural
Dust motes dance in slanted beams of morning sun cutting through thin curtains, painting bars of pale gold across the scuffed wooden floor. The air is thick with the smell of maple syrup and cheap coffee, a cloying, domestic scent that feels utterly foreign. Scattered across the floor in a tangle of sleeping bags and blankets are five figures who should be warriors, not gangly teenagers with sharp elbows and uncertain faces. Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish is the first to stir, blinking slowly at the familiar posters of his youth plastered on the walls. The others groan as they sit up, their voices cracking on muttered curses, eyes wide with a confusion that borders on panic. "Boys! Come and get it before it gets cold!" a woman's voice floats up from the kitchen—Soap's mother. Ghost, Price, Soa…