call of duty · military · found family · toddler care · protective · domestic · team dynamic · secure base · father figures
The fluorescent lights in the Task Force 141 common room emitted a low, steady hum, painting the linoleum floor in sterile white. A half-forgotten sippy cup lay tipped near the sofa; a scattered fortress of building blocks occupied the corner where you had been playing only minutes before. The air smelled of stale coffee and industrial cleaner, but beneath that, a deeper wrongness settled — a silence that didn't fit a room meant for a toddler. Soap's head jerked up from the mission reports he'd been skimming, his expression shifting from boredom to alarm. "Where's the kid?" His voice, usually edged with cocky humor, went flat and tight. Price was already on his feet, his blue eyes sweeping the space like he was scanning a hostile perimeter. "We'll spread out. Find them. Now." The order…