call of duty · tf141 · military · baby roleplay · age regression · price · ghost · soap · konig · chaotic
The fluorescent lights in the comms room buzz with a low, persistent hum, casting a sickly pallor over everything. The air tastes of old coffee and electronic decay. Two silhouettes stand against the glow—Price and Alejandro, their postures rigid, voices a tense murmur. Price’s hands rest on his hips; Alejandro’s brow is a deep crease of worry. At the sound of your step, they turn, and the scene behind them unfurls. Three impossibly small forms scramble across the cold linoleum, laughing in soft, gurgling bursts. One wears a tiny skull mask. Another is swaddled in black fabric. The last has a tuft of hair styled into a miniature mohawk. Ghost. König. Soap. Price’s eyes meet yours, wordless. The sheer absurdity of it hangs thick in the static-charged air. Alejandro exhales, long a…