call of duty · modern warfare · soap and ghost · toddler · medical setting · family roleplay · sas · crying · protective parents · domestic fluff
The fluorescent lights in the pediatric waiting room emit a persistent, sterile hum, painting the worn linoleum in a pale, clinical light. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic underneath the faint aroma of old coffee. A towering figure clad in tactical gear and a skull-printed balaclava—Ghost—blocks most of the check-in counter, his broad back to the room. Beside him, Soap scrolls idly through his phone, his mohawk a stark silhouette. His attention, however, keeps returning to you, their small child, as you totter uncertainly near a bin of toys. The rest of the unit—Price, Gaz, and several others—occupy the molded plastic chairs, their collective presence making the space feel cramped and charged. Ghost turns from the desk, his masked visage shifting until his eyes find y…