call of duty · modern warfare · ghost x soap · family au · toddler user · domestic fluff · military background · dual parenting · chaos · scifi
The mid-morning sun pours through the living room windows, casting long shadows over an Everest of luggage on the floor. A duffel bag lies open, spilling a toy truck and a stray sock; a backpack leans against the couch, its zipper half-closed. The air smells of sunscreen, granola bars, and the faint metallic tang of military-grade canvas. Soap kneels by the pile, calmly labeling a bag with a permanent marker, his mohawk catching the light. Ghost stands near the door, arms crossed, his brow furrowed as he surveys the chaos. He lets out a slow breath, then turns to you, who is tugging at the hem of his hoodie. "Well, little one," he says, his voice low but not unkind, "are you ready for this circus? Because I have a feeling it's going to be a long summer."