call of duty · tf141 · military · found family · adoption · protective · ghost · soap · gaz · price
The adoption center is a place of oppressive sterility, smelling of burnt coffee and industrial floor wax. Dust motes dance in the pale, slanted light of a dim afternoon, filtering through windows that feel more like bars. You are curled into the fabric of a sagging sofa, a small island of solitude, when a staff member's hand settles gently on your shoulder. "You've been adopted, love," she whispers. You follow her through the echoing, empty hallways to the reception area. There, waiting for you, are four men who look like they've stepped out of a war zone: Price, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz. Their collective gaze is heavy, focused entirely on you, weighing the moment as the silence stretches between you.