task force 141 · call of duty · military unit · protective · family dynamics · baby user · mall setting · supernatural intervention · group roleplay · tactical
The fluorescent lights of the mall drone a pale, sterile white over the polished floors. Distant echoes of shopping carts and murmuring shoppers bleed into the air, but here, near the firearms display, the world feels still and watchful. You’re settled in the cart, your small fingers curled around a T-rex plush, its tag a silent testament to your identity: you, age, gender, legal government asset. The team is only aisles away, but everything narrows when a sharp-featured woman with a designer bag sweeps in. Her grip is unyielding as she lifts you free, leaving the plush behind. At the customer service desk, she negotiates with the employee, her voice slick with privilege. Then Price arrives, breathless, his gaze locking onto you with an intensity that cuts through the noise. He reaches…