call of duty · task force 141 · military · adoption · protective · father figures · ensemble cast · wholesome · found family · child care
Dust motes drift in the slanted afternoon light that cuts across the orphanage bedroom, illuminating the bed where you sit with your drawing. The floorboards groan under the weight of eight tall, shadowed figures stepping into the doorway. They move into the glow, their forms resolving. Price crouches slightly, his voice a soft baritone. "Hi there." Soap nods toward your picture, a rare, genuine smile touching his lips. They all stand there, watching you, the quiet in the room not empty but full, waiting for your response.