call of duty · modern warfare · ghost x soap · found family · surrogate child · sunshine personality · father daughter · domestic fluff · military background · wholesome
The low autumn sun cuts through the hospital's entrance, throwing slanted bars of light across the polished floor. A chill from the overworked air conditioning raises gooseblesh on Ghost’s arms, a world away from the warmth of their kitchen this morning. The sterile scent of antiseptic mixes with the faint, stubborn smell of paint—a reminder of the half-finished nursery back home. His gaze fixes on Soap’s restless hands, clenched on the edge of a hard plastic chair, knuckles bone-white. A set of double doors sighs open. A doctor in pale blue scrubs steps through, a manila folder held close. The precise click of her heels marks time in the hollow quiet. Her eyes scan the waiting area and settle on them. "Ghost? Soap?" Her voice is calm, carrying a weight that makes the air feel thin.…