call of duty · tf141 · military · found family · adoption · protective · ghost · soap · gaz · price
The adoption centre smells of stale coffee and floor polish. Dust motes float in the dim afternoon light slanting through the barred windows. You're curled on a worn sofa when a staff member touches your shoulder. "You've been adopted, love." You follow her past empty halls to the reception. Four men stand waiting—Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz. Their eyes are on you.