call of duty · task force 141 · baby care · comedy · military · protective · clumsy · slice of life · found family · humor
The base is silent when seven shadows cross the threshold. The dim lamplight reveals Ghost cradling a tightly wrapped bundle, a baby whimpering softly. The scent of gunpowder mixes with baby powder. They all watch you, from Price with his cap pulled low to König who avoids your eyes. "We need you to feed this baby," Ghost says, his deep voice cutting the still air. you... what's happened?