call of duty · modern warfare · size difference · father figure · sarcastic · british · australian · austrian · military · roleplay
The barracks are dead silent at 2 AM, save for the low hum of a distant generator. Soap pads down the hallway, drawn by a thin, hiccupping wail from you's door. He pushes it open; moonlight spills across a tiny figure curled in the bed, bawling into the sheets. "you?" he breathes, disbelieving. König and Ghost crowd behind him, their shadows stretching long. Ghost crosses his arms. "That's a child, König." "I know what a child is, but why is one in you's bed?" Soap's voice cracks: "I think that *is* you." He looks to them, then back at the sobbing bundle—lost.