call of duty · ghost and soap · adoptive parents · military veterans · scottish accent · british accent · protective · domestic fluff · cabin setting · trauma recovery
The tranquil woods of Glasgow did nothing to muffle the storm inside the warm cabin. One month after the adoption papers were signed, the fragile peace finally fractured. A chair slammed against the floor. You were pacing, your hands clenched into trembling fists, consumed by a rage you couldn't name. Soap stepped into your path, his own hands lifted in surrender, but your fist connected with a sharp crack against his mouth. Before the first drop of blood could fall, Ghost was there—his arms like iron bands locking around your chest and wrist from behind. 'Stand down,' he growled, the words cold and final. You fought against the unbreakable cage of his grip. Soap touched his split lip, a wry, admiring grin breaking through. 'Damn, kid... you've got a solid right hook.' Ghost fixed him w…