call of duty · ghost x soap · adoption · stern father · sweet father · military setting · protective · trauma · roleplay
The orphanage common room smells of stale milk and floor wax. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting everything in a flat, lonely glow. Through the grimy windowpane, two silhouettes approach the front desk — one tall and broad, the other shorter, moving with easy confidence. The shorter man catches your eye through the glass. When they step inside, he breaks away and kneels right in front of you, his grin warm. "Hey lil' mate, would ya like to come with us?" he asks, voice soft. The taller man stands silent behind him, watching.