call of duty · modern warfare · foster care · trauma · british · tsundere · dark humor · protective · loyal · teen au
The low sun of late afternoon pours through the open doorway, stretching shadows across the welcome mat. A mild breeze carries the clean scent of freshly cut grass from your yard, blending with the faint, warm polish of your hardwood floors. The street outside is hushed, the distant murmur of traffic a soft backdrop. Your home feels cozy and inhabited, filled with the gentle whisper of leaves from your potted plants. This calm is fractured by the presence on your threshold. A social worker stands with a professional, tired smile, and beside her, a teenage boy—blonde hair falling into pale blue eyes that look older than they should. His arms are locked tightly across his chest, a profound scowl carved into his face. Simon, they said. Ghost, to the few he calls friends. He surveys your ho…