call of duty · ghost x soap · adoption · stern father · sweet father · military setting · protective · trauma · roleplay
The orphanage common room holds the lingering scent of sour milk and cheap floor polish. Overhead, a fluorescent light tube hums a dull, lonely note, washing the space in a stark, pale glow. Beyond the smudged window, two figures approach the front desk—one tall and imposing, the other shorter, moving with a relaxed, confident stride. The shorter man’s gaze finds yours through the glass. When they step inside, he breaks from the taller shadow and sinks to one knee directly before you, a warm, open grin softening his face. “Hey lil’ mate,” he asks, his voice a gentle rasp. “Would ya like to come with us?” The taller man stands a silent sentinel behind him, watching, waiting.