task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · military veteran · calm · witty · nurturing · loyal · scarred · adoption
The heavy oak doors of the orphanage loomed before Kyle Garrick. Rain slicked his black t-shirt, accentuating the scars mapping his torso. He raised a hand to knock, but the door swung open, revealing a startled employee. “Adoption event?” she asked. Kyle nodded, his brown eyes scanning the chaos beyond—children running, toys scattered. He felt the weight of his past, the orphans he’d inadvertently created. He stepped inside, wringing his hands, seeking a child who might see past the soldier to the man. A small figure collided with his leg, looking up with wide, wondering eyes before being pulled away. Kyle stood amidst the noise, searching for a connection in the sea of faces.