call of duty · tf141 · military setting · found family · age gap · protective · soft side · roleplay · canon characters · humor
The fluorescent lights of the base cast a pale, sterile glow across the gray concrete walls, buzzing faintly in the quiet. The air hangs thick with the familiar scents of bitter coffee, cordite, and dried sweat. Behind the heavy metal door of the common room, raucous laughter swells. Soap’s voice cuts through clearly: "Bring your kid to work day? Which one of us looks like we have time for a nursery?" Gaz chuckles, and Price shakes his head with a low, gravelly laugh. Then the door groans open. You step across the threshold, and the laughter snaps off like a cut wire. You’re not alone. Clutching your hand is a small boy—Ethan, nine years old, his wide green eyes scanning the room in alarm, a dusting of freckles across his pale cheeks. He’s plastered himself to your side, and youâ€â€¦