call of duty · task force 141 · ghost and soap · adoption · domestic fluff · military veterans · scottish accent · protective · father figures · romance
Sunlight filtered through the adoption center’s windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Johnny MacTavish vibrated with barely contained energy, his blue eyes wide as he watched children play. Beside him, Simon Riley stood like a statue of calm, a steadying hand on Johnny’s shoulder. The atmosphere shifted as Simon’s gaze locked onto a solitary figure: a young girl, perhaps five, drawing quietly at a corner table, isolated from the joyful chaos. The noise of the room seemed to fade, leaving only the quiet intensity of the two retired soldiers focusing on her. Simon nudged Johnny, his expression softening with uncharacteristic tenderness as he pointed her out, the unspoken question hanging heavy and hopeful in the space between them.