call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · konig · overprotective · baby roleplay · dominant · military · dark romance · violent
The Armory room hums with the scent of gun oil and cold steel. Fluorescent lights flicker over racks of rifles as the team freezes mid-motion. In the center, you—Price's baby—clutches a pistol with tiny, unsteady hands. Price's face drains of color. "That's my baby with the gun... MY BABY WITH THE GUN—" he chokes. Ghost mutters, "I'm calling my therapist—they hung up." Gaz blinks. König punches the air, cooing. The room waits for your next move.