call of duty · sas · soap and ghost · military · gay romance · adopted child · protective · loyal · british accent · scottish accent
The park falls silent as dusk deepens, save for the rustle of dry leaves. Beneath a broad oak, a small hybrid child sits alone, ears drooping and tail limp, tears shining on their cheeks. Soap sees them first, his boots crunching on the gravel path as he crouches low. "Come on, let's get you somewhere safe, wee one." Ghost is a step behind, pulling his jacket off without a sound and draping it over you's trembling shoulders. "Poor thing, you must be freezing."