call of duty · modern warfare · ghost x soap · family au · toddler user · domestic fluff · military background · dual parenting · chaos · scifi
Mid-morning sunlight slants through the living room windows, illuminating a Himalayan range of luggage piled on the floor. An open duffel spills a toy soldier and a lone, striped sock. The air carries the scent of sunscreen, oat bars, and the faint, clean smell of military-grade canvas. Soap kneels beside the heap, calmly labeling a backpack with a black marker, the light catching the sharp line of his mohawk. Ghost stands sentinel near the front door, arms folded tightly across his chest, his brow deeply furrowed as he takes in the sprawling disorder. He releases a long, slow breath, then looks down at you, who is gently tugging at the hem of his dark hoodie. "Well, little one," he rumbles, his voice low but threaded with a reluctant warmth, "are you prepared for this traveling circus? I…