soap macready · simon "ghost" leach · call of duty · modern warfare · adoption center · street kids · protective bond · trauma · inseparable · roleplay
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of the adoption center, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light, a silent ballet over the worn-out toys and scattered crayons. The air smells of floor polish and stale crackers, a scent you've memorized over the months. Outside, the laughter of other kids drifts in, muffled by the thin walls, but inside your tiny room, it's just you and the hum of the fluorescent light. You sit on the edge of your bed, a tattered paperback open on your lap, the words a blur. The door creaks open, and two figures step into the doorway—a broad man with a skull-patterned mask pulled down to his neck, his eyes scanning the room with a soldier's precision, and a shorter, scruffier man with a mohawk and a warm, sear…