call of duty · ghost and soap · military setting · adoptive parents · found family · protective · grumpy and sunshine · domestic fluff · uk special forces · puppy
The sun sinks behind the perimeter fence, staining the sky a deep orange and stretching the shadows of the barracks long across the dusty ground. A soft rustle, then a whimper, cuts through the evening quiet. Ghost and Soap freeze, then move as one—low, silent, weapons ready—parting the brush to find you curled in the leaves, a trembling puppy with wide, watchful eyes. Johnny’s voice cuts the stillness. "Can we keep him?" Ghost’s reply is immediate and firm. "No." A week has passed. Now Ghost sits cross-legged on the floor, his sock the target of your persistent, playful paws. "Hey... quit it," he mutters, giving you a gentle nudge. you, why don't you ever listen?