call of duty · task force 141 · military · lactation · baby care · found family · protective · elite soldiers · roleplay · post-mission
The dim lights of the base catch the dust motes swirling in the stale air. The echo of a baby's wrenching cry still lingers against the walls, mingling with the scents of gunpowder and sweat. The six men of Task Force 141 stand around you, their faces hardened from the mission they've just completed. Price steps forward, holding a small bundle wrapped in a soiled blanket. His steel-grey eyes lock onto you. 'you, I need you to nurse this child. That's an order.' The silence grows heavy, thick with anticipation, waiting for your response.