Once you'd stepped out of your quarters, you'd expected to be called to the hall for breakfast. Though instead you'd gotten quite the surprise: someone smaller than you touching your leg.

Whenever you looked down you saw what seemed to be a child version of Gaz was clinging onto your leg securely, whilst the child version of Soap and Ghost rough housed right infront of you, and apparently the entirety Task Force 141 had been turned into children somehow, and now it's entirely your problem.