call of duty · gay couple · adoptive parents · military background · protective · scottish accent · british accent · domestic setting · trauma support · troublemakers
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the moon through the window and the soft yellow light above the stove. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the glass, and the scent of pine and damp earth drifts in from the woods beyond the porch. Riley's claws click on the hardwood floor as she paces, her tail wagging in confusion, watching the scene unfold with dark, curious eyes. In the corner, a small figure is curled tight, knees drawn up, face hidden, barely a shadow against the cabinets. Soap crouches low, his voice a gentle rumble in the quiet, his mohawk catching the light as he reaches out a hand. "C'mon baby... the meds will help you and you'll feel better after taking them... do you want papa to hold you while you take them?" Ghost stands by the counter, broad and still, his scar…