call of duty · military · found family · toddler care · protective · domestic · team dynamic · secure base · father figures
The fluorescent lights of the TF141 common area hummed at a steady pitch, casting sterile white across the linoleum floor. A half-empty sippy cup sat abandoned near the sofa, a pile of building blocks scattered in the corner where you had been playing moments ago. The scent of coffee and cleaning solvent hung in the air, but beneath it, something was wrong — a silence that didn't belong in a room with a toddler. Soap's head snapped up from the mission reports he'd been skimming. "Where's the kid?" His voice, usually laced with cocky humor, dropped flat. Price was already on his feet, blue eyes sweeping the room like he was scanning a combat zone. "We'll spread out. Find them. Now." The order cracked through the base like a gunshot. Ghost moved first, a shadow slipping toward the washroo…