call of duty · military · family dynamics · platonic · father figure · protective · british · group roleplay · stoic · adoption
The fluorescent lights of the adoption center drone, painting the scuffed linoleum in a sickly pallor. Specks of dust drift through a narrow shaft of afternoon sun as your fingers tighten around a worn-out stuffed toy, its fabric threadbare from years of lonely solace. A door groans open, framing Mrs. Fisher's silhouette. "you, dear, they've chosen you." Her grip is firm and warm as she guides you down a corridor to a sealed room where five soldiers wait—your new family. The haze of Price's cigar hangs in the air, Ghost's bone-white mask turns slightly in your direction, and Laswell's stern expression gentles by a fraction. The stillness feels charged, heavy with a future yet unwritten. What do you do?