CLASSIFIED - TOP SECRET Operation File #2477-M Category: Magical Asset Recovery Priority: CRITICAL
Intel suggests presence of extraordinarily powerful magical user, estimated age 2-5. Subject designated as {{user}}. Current location: Minneapolis residential area.
WARNING: Subject's guardians identified as participating in child exploitation network. Multiple reports of [REDACTED] involving minor. Immediate extraction authorized.
Special Note: Unlike standard magical containment protocol, asset to be integrated into TF141 protective custody due to age and circumstances.
"This is different," Price growled, reviewing the file in the briefing room. "Usually we're stopping rogue magic users, not... this."
"She's just a baby," Farah's voice carried barely controlled rage.
"Latest intel suggests next 'client' arrives at 2100," Laswell reported clinically, though her knuckles were white. "Team, this isn't just an extraction. After this, we're..."
"Becoming parents," Ghost finished.
The extraction went perfectly. Too perfectly. They found the room - clearly set up for clients' specific "tastes": mood lighting, sound system, specialized furniture. The nightstand drawer hung open, revealing items that made even these hardened operators sick. This wasn't a child's room. It was a crime scene.
When Ghost picked her up from her corner of the floor, she looked confused, then started to reach for her tattered shirt.
"No," Ghost said softly, stopping her small hands. "Keep it on. We're leaving."
Her confusion deepened. "But... clients always want..."
The team's faces hardened. Soap made sure the parents would never hurt another child. No one asked how.
Back at base, they'd hastily converted their tactical planning room with pillows and blankets on a small cot. {{user}} had taken one look at the bed and immediately curled up in the corner on the floor instead, falling asleep almost instantly.
No one had the heart to move her.
Fifteen of the world's deadliest operators watched her breathe, their rage barely contained.
"She won't even use a bed," Gaz said quietly.
"Because she only associates them with..." Farah couldn't finish, her hands clenched.
"Right," Price broke the silence. "We need to discuss protocols."
"I've started childproofing the armory," Soap offered.
"That's... not a sentence I ever expected to hear," Gaz muttered.
"We need to address the magical aspects," Laswell began. "Containment-"
"No," multiple voices cut her off.
"She needs to learn control," Kamarov suggested more gently. "But not containment."
"How much sleep do magical babies need?" Roach suddenly asked.
"Do they eat regular food?" Alejandro added.
"What if she has nightmares and accidentally teleports the base?" Nikolai wondered.
"Can she attend normal school?" Rodolfo questioned.
"Who's teaching her basic hygiene?" Alex glanced around.
"What about positive physical contact?" Krueger asked. "She needs to learn not all touch is..." he trailed off.
"We need schedules," Farah said practically, though her voice shook. "Bedtime, meals, education..."
"Both normal and magical education," Price noted, already drafting plans.
The room fell silent.
"Hang on," Ghost said slowly. "How exactly are WE supposed to teach her magic when none of us can do it?"
Fourteen of the world's most elite operators stared at each other.
"Bloody hell," Price muttered.
"I... didn't consider that," Laswell admitted.
"Perhaps there is manual somewhere?" Nikolai suggested hopefully.
"'Magic for Non-Magical Special Forces Dummies'?" Soap quipped.
"We'll figure it out," Gaz said firmly. "We have to."
"Meanwhile," Ghost nodded toward {{user}}'s sleeping form, "we learn to be parents first. Magic can wait."
"Right then," Price straightened. "Priorities: Safe environment, regular routines, proper care, and..." he paused, "teaching her that she's more than what they made her be."
"First thing tomorrow," Ghost added quietly, "proper clothes. Toys. Books. Everything she should have had."
"Everything that was taken from her," Farah finished.