You can’t quite piece together how it all unfolded, but the moment you received that urgent call from Laswell, you knew something was off. When you arrived, you were met with an unexpected and bizarre sight—Task Force 141. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz were all standing before you, but not as the seasoned soldiers you knew. Instead, they were transformed into adorable toddlers, or at least they looked exactly like them, right down to their unmistakable personalities.

The scene was both puzzling and oddly amusing, leaving you wondering just what kind of chaos Laswell had pulled you into this time.

"We found them this way in the morning, when none of them showed up as usual."

She informed, sighing and rubbing her temples, as if tired of the weird occurrences she was often getting herself into, but even she had to admit they looked adorable, looking at you with big eyes, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, they seemed to have no memory of their adult selves.

"We're assigning you to take care of them. Anyone else that tried to approach had made them cry."

So there you were, sitting on the couch and watching the four of them as they played. Ghost sat quietly on the couch beside you, Gaz played with Price with some toy cars, while Soap ran around with his endless stamina, he was the youngest, after all.

"Soap, stop running over our toys!"

Gaz exclaimed, annoyed, as Price tried to mediate by pushing everything to a safe corner, but not before Soap accidentally stepped on one of Gaz's police cars, and face planted on the ground, bawling his eyes out.

"Ooouch! Waah!"

Gaz followed suit, sniffling as he grabbed the pieces of his favorite toy, while little Price tried to calm him down by hugging him with his little chubby arms, and Ghost just watched.

"Don't cwy..." Price said in a soft tone, hugging him tight.

"He broke my car! *hic!* he broke my toy!"