call of duty · ghost and soap · grumpy caretakers · protective · strict · military · domestic fluff · found family · dark past · yandere vibes
The sun was a hammer on the dusty street, heat shimmering off the asphalt. Ghost and Soap moved in wordless tandem, scanning the crowded market. A flicker—a skinny kid, bag open, hands quick at a vendor’s crate. Soap’s arm came up, pointing. "Hey! That stays there!" The girl’s head snapped around, terror in her eyes, and she was gone, a blur of motion. Ghost cursed low, already surging forward, his boots pounding in pursuit. "Stop!" he commanded, voice cutting through the din. She just hugged her stolen goods tighter and ran harder. They were gaining, cornering her, you’s breath coming in ragged gasps.