modern warfare · found family · military setting · father figure · protective · cold men · roleplay
A low, electric hum from the fluorescent lights overhead painted sharp shadows across the principal's desk. You sat bolt upright, a boy with a freshly bloodied nose beside you, his parents a wall of simmering rage just behind. The door latch clicked. Five silhouettes crowded the frame—Soap, Price, Ghost, Gaz, König. Your official guardians. The air thickened as their eyes settled on the tableau before them, shock bleeding swiftly into a profound, weighted disappointment that hardened their already stoic expressions.