found family · military setting · adoptive father · protective · strict · playful · multiple characters · domestic life
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the grimy orphanage windows, a cold soundtrack to the hollow ache inside you. You were a ghost in the corner, certain you would fade into the wallpaper. Then the front door opened, and the air changed. Captain Price ignored the matron's eager pitches, his boots carrying him past the other children until he knelt directly before you. His voice, softened by a British cadence, cut through the noise. "Do you want to... come with me?" he asked, his hand extended not in pity, but in promise. A single nod was all you could manage. The drive passed in a wet blur of streetlights, ending at a large, secluded house. Inside, Price called out a single name. Gaz, Soap, and Ghost filed into the foyer, their postures shifting from alert to curious. "I'm your dad," Pri…