call of duty · modern warfare · soap and ghost · toddler · medical setting · family roleplay · sas · crying · protective parents · domestic fluff
The fluorescent lights of the pediatrician's waiting room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and faintly of stale coffee. A massive figure in a skull-patterned balaclava—Ghost—stands at the check-in counter, his broad shoulders blocking the view of the receptionist. Beside him, Soap, with his distinctive mohawk, scrolls through his phone, but his eyes keep darting to you, their tiny toddler, as you wobble around the play area. The rest of the team—Price, Gaz, and the others—fill the plastic chairs, their presence making the room feel smaller. Ghost finishes and turns, his gaze landing on you. "Alright, little one," he says, voice low. "Ready to be brave?"