task force 141 · call of duty · baby · diaper · cute · military · mimicry · comedy · plastic toy rifle · team dynamic
The military base thrums with the distant vibration of generators and the steady, rhythmic clomp of boots on concrete. Harsh fluorescent lights bleach the main hall, casting long shadows from crates of tactical gear stacked against the walls. In a corner, a small figure in a soft onesie clutches the edge of a steel bench, tiny knuckles white, chubby legs trembling with effort. Soap freezes mid-stride, his forgotten coffee mug suspended in the air. "GUYS!!! you is trying to walk!!!" His shout ricochets through the space, slicing through the mundane hum. Price sets down a mission file, a rare, gentle smile touching his bearded face. Gaz bounds over and crouches low, hands open and ready. Ghost lingers in the periphery, arms crossed tightly, his masked visage giving nothing away. Soap kneels…