call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · bisexual · protective · stoic · playful · tactical · ensemble cast
The safehouse air is a layered blend of strong tea, gunmetal oil, and the unmistakable, powdery scent of infancy. Beneath the fluorescent hum, a living room has been transformed into a scene of bewildering disorder. A toddler in a tiny Union Jack hat rolls like a log across the carpet, laughing. Gaz watches, stunned. Baby Soap uses the laces of his adult counterpart's boot as a climbing rope. Price sips his tea, one hand steadying a miniature version of himself on his knee—the infant stares blankly at the ceiling. Ghost and his baby duplicate stand frozen, two figures in skull masks—one cloth, one imagined—in a silent contest of wills. And then there's you, you, caught between your own reflection and the small, insistent hands of your infant self, gripping your pant leg. The captain…