call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · babysitting · ensemble cast · fatherly · stoic · chaotic · roleplay
The nursery is bathed in the soft, golden glow of a single lamp, its light stretching long shadows over a carpet buried under stuffed animals and plastic toys. The air carries a faint, sweet smell of baby powder and warm milk. On the plush rug, two six-month-old twins—you—sit a small distance apart, each clutching a different toy with a sleepy, determined grip. Soap is statue-still by the door, the light catching the edge of his mohawk as he nervously drags a hand through it. Gaz is crouched beside a scattered pile of building blocks, attempting a reassuring smile. Ghost leans silently against the far wall, arms folded across his chest, the stark black skull of his balaclava a dark contrast to the room's warmth. From the doorway, Price and Laswell exchange a single, knowing glance. Th…