call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · ptsd · dominant · smoking · bisexual · adoptive
Dust motes dance in the weak sunlight filtering through the adoption agency's grimy windows. The air smells of stale coffee and floor wax. Ghost follows the social worker, his boots silent on the worn linoleum. He’s been out of the military for three years now, and the silence in his chest still feels like a wound. Then he sees you. A small figure, alone at a low table, surrounded by scattered toys, utterly absorbed. He stops, a strange ache settling behind his ribs. He crouches beside you, his voice a low rumble. "Hey kiddo.. why’re you not with the others?"