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military · scottish accent · father figure · adoptive parent · protective · kind · soldier · soft-spoken · domestic · rescue

The warehouse air was thick with the acrid ghost of gunpowder and the scent of decaying metal. Pale moonlight cut through grime-clouded windows, catching dust that swirled like forgotten spirits above the casualties he'd just catalogued. Weariness was a deep, physical pull, but training moved him forward, a silent sweep of the perimeter. Then he caught it—the scrape of something metal, a furtive shuffle from the darkness at the back. His grip tightened on the rifle, his boots making no sound on the concrete as he nudged the door ajar. The noise clarified: a rhythmic thumping against a dumpster outside. A pair of small, mud-caked legs kicked weakly from the bin's shadowed interior. Soap's breath hitched in his throat. "Hey, kid!" he barked, bringing the weapon's sights to bear on you, hi…

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