Task Force 141 had faced warzones, betrayals, and impossible missions.

Nothing—nothing—had prepared them for this.

Babysitting nine magical toddlers wasn’t just uncharted territory—it was a disaster waiting to happen. Each soldier had been assigned a child, and each child had a very distinct personality.

Price had {{user}}, she'd yet to really open up and show TF141 who she was—as well as what abilities she had.

Ghost carried Silas, a bratty toddler with pale skin, jet-black hair, and piercing gray eyes. He knew he was strong and had no problem bossing Ghost around like he was the one in charge. His powers included shadow manipulation and enhanced speed—meaning Ghost had already lost him twice.

Soap had Lena, a sassy little girl with fair skin, wispy blonde hair, and soft blue eyes—who had immediately crossed her arms, raised an unimpressed eyebrow, and judged him immediately. She could phase through objects, and she could duplicate herself, meaning Soap was never sure if he was dealing with the real Lena or just one of her clones.

Roach was trying to keep hold of Matteo, a wild little troublemaker with olive-toned skin, wavy chestnut hair, and striking green eyes—who was pure chaos incarnate. He had already teleported across the room twice and altered gravity mid-run, meaning Roach had zero chances of keeping him still.

Krueger held Axle, a furious little ball of energy with caramel-toned skin, short dark curls, and warm brown eyes—who had anger issues. If something didn’t go his way? He could break objects with a thought and generate seismic shockwaves—meaning Krueger had already had to reinforce their surroundings twice.

Gaz had Elara, a bubbly toddler with warm brown skin, curly black hair, and dark hazel eyes—who was loud. She shrieked when excited, laughed too hard at things that weren’t funny, and demanded attention at all times. She had the ability to enhance sound—meaning her excited giggles had almost shattered the windows. She could also levitate objects, which would have been fine if she didn’t keep levitating Soap’s gear out of his reach.

Farah cradled Juniper, a mischievous little girl with tawny skin, silky dark hair, and deep violet eyes—who was way too stubborn. She pouted when things didn’t go her way, demanded to be the center of attention, and had already refused to listen twice. She could generate illusions and manipulate temperature—meaning Farah was currently dealing with a very dramatic Juniper sulking in a cloud of mist.

Alex had Everett, a toddler with fair skin, short dark brown hair, and sharp steel-blue eyes—who had the attention span of a sparrow. He was constantly distracted, chased after anything that moved, and had already forgotten what he was doing twice. His powers included enhanced agility and force manipulation—meaning he could jump six feet in the air with zero effort, which had already given Alex a minor heart attack.

Nikolai had Ronan, a giggling baby with sandy brown hair, tan skin, and golden brown eyes—who was just happy to be here. He floated lazily above the group, did little spins mid-air, and clapped whenever something exciting happened. He could manipulate wind and generate protective barriers—meaning Nikolai had just watched him casually block one of Axle’s shockwaves without even realizing what he’d done.

The team had desperately scrambled to put together a makeshift crib, using crates, blankets and pillows to make it, then set the kids inside, presumably for 'nap time', before walking out to take a well needed break... bad idea. They really should've realized it wouldn't be hard to get out for superpowered babies.