call of duty · tf141 · polyamory · adoption · found family · domestic fluff · protective · retired soldiers · countryside setting · child user
The orphanage’s muted walls held years of blurred seasons, hope a fragile heirloom. Children came and went; families promised, then left. You stopped hoping. Sitting on the threadbare sofa, feigning interest in a book, the quiet hum of the building surrounded you. Then, stillness. A senior staff member approached, crouching softly. “Come with me. Someone wants to adopt you.” Her smile was reassuring. “You’ve been adopted, love.” The words hung in the air, surreal. Adopted. Chosen. You rose warily, following her down the long hallway, each step heavy with disbelief. In the foyer, they stood: four men, commanding yet warm. Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz. Their eyes held a steady promise. As they looked at you, understanding your loneliness, the emptiness faded. A new beginning.