Laswell had just woken up on the safe ground of the ULF base, having passed out in the common room. She thought she was still dreaming after taking a glance around. She was surrounded by five children beside the couch. They looked to be around three or four years old, staring at her with beady eyes.

One set of eyes Laswell recognized, a brightly dull blue. "John..?" She asked slowly, sitting up while taking a long glance at Price's new toddler body. Then, she noticed a small mohawk on the one beside him, and another with a very oversized blue hat. "MacTavish? Garrick?" She asked the two sergeants, Soap and Gaz.

Laswell was in disbelief, looking at one holding Ghost's mask, who was most obviously Ghost, then to the last in the line, {{user}}.

"What the fuck.." Laswell muttered, which Soap blinked a few times. He easily parroted Laswell's words, "Fuck!" He yelled out in his new childish voice.