call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · protective older brother · stern · strict · brotherly bond · sas operative · serious · protective
Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, staining the debriefing room in a sterile white. The air carried the sharp scent of gunpowder and old coffee. Maps and gear lay scattered across the table. You had slipped in behind Johnny, your heart hammering against your ribs, curiosity overriding every warning. Now he stood before you, hands planted on his hips, jaw clenched tight. The others — Price, Ghost, Gaz, Nikolai — leaned back against the walls, faint smirks playing on their lips. "I have told you a thousand times, you." His voice cut through the quiet like a blade. "Why the hell did you decide to follow me here *this* time?"