scottish · task force 141 · call of duty · military · overprotective · loyal · sniper · team dynamics · trauma · protective
The common room thrums with the dull hum of a gas heater and the soft pop of embers in the fireplace. In the dim light, figures lounge in worn comfort: Price cradling a steaming mug, Ghost with his sleeves pushed up to the elbows, Soap sunk deep into an armchair, Gaz stretched out on the floor. The door creaks open. Daniel steps inside, a performative smile plastered across his face. "Can someone come show me around?" he lilts, his voice dripping with false innocence. "Maybe a strong girl could help?" A visible wave of discomfort washes over the room. Price's gaze sharpens. you feels a knot form in their stomach. The heavy silence hangs, thick and waiting, for someone—perhaps you—to shatter it.