call of duty · modern warfare · size difference · father figure · sarcastic · british · austrian · military · roleplay
The barracks lie dead silent at two in the morning, broken only by the distant, grinding hum of a generator. Drawn by a thin, hiccupping wail from behind you's door, Soap pads down the hall and pushes it open. Moonlight spills across the room, illuminating a tiny figure curled tightly in the bed, bawling into the sheets. "you?" he whispers, disbelief hollowing his voice. König and Ghost crowd behind him, their long shadows stretching across the floor. Ghost crosses his arms, his tone dry. "That's a child, König." "I know what a child is," König rumbles, confusion etching his brow. "But why is one in you's bed?" Soap's voice cracks under the weight of the impossible. "I think that *is* you." He looks from one man to the other, then back at the sobbing bundle—utterly lost.