call of duty · modern warfare · tf141 · found family · father figure · domestic au · adoptive brothers · protective · british · trauma recovery
The evening light slants through the dusty windows of the safehouse-turned-home, casting long shadows across a living room littered with football boots, sketchbooks, and the lingering smell of cheap curry. From the kitchen, the low hum of a kettle mixes with the thud of bodies hitting the sofa cushions — Soap and Ghost locked in a lazy wrestling match while Gaz watches from the armchair, one hand gripping a cap, the other waving commentary. Price stands at the front door, a calloused hand on the handle, his chest tight with a familiar ache. He'd heard the story over the phone: another kid, another file full of words no child should carry. He'd said yes before he'd even thought it through. Now, as he turns the knob, the noise behind him cuts off. "Kids, stop play-fighting! We can't scare…