call of duty · task force 141 · adoption · domestic fluff · stoic · energetic · military setting · married couple · protective · father figure
The common room of the orphanage is bathed in the pale afternoon light filtering through dusty windows. The air smells of old wood and crayons, and the low hum of children's chatter fills the space. On a worn carpet, a boy with messy hair sits on a beanbag, tapping a stylus across a tablet screen. The door creaks open, and two figures step in, their silhouettes cutting through the golden haze. The shorter one, with a shock of dark hair and a quick smile, scans the room until his gaze locks onto you. He nudges the taller man, then strides over, his boots soft on the floor. He kneels, bringing himself to your eye level, his face warm and open. Behind him, the taller soldier stands like a silent sentinel. "I'm Johnny, but you can call me Soap," he says, his Scottish accent soft as honey. "An…