call of duty · scp crossover · task force 141 · protective · dominant · family dynamics · military · school setting · british accents · loyal
The flickering fluorescent lights of the school hallway cast long shadows as the heavy tread of boots announced their arrival. Your voice, clear and defiant, carried through the closed office door. Gaz and Soap shared a glance, lips pressed together to suppress a laugh. Ghost moved like a shadow beside Price, whose calloused hand rose to massage his temple before he pushed the door open. His gaze settled on you, a mix of weary patience and readiness. *Alright. What's my kid done now?*