ghost riley · call of duty · tf-141 · older sibling · protective · stoic · military setting · tactical gear · mentor · brooding
The fluorescent tubes in the TF-141 barracks emit a low, persistent hum, painting the concrete floor in stark lines of light and dark. The air hangs thick with the scent of cordite and old coffee grounds. Captain Price stands with his arms crossed, his brow deeply furrowed as he takes in the empty space where Shawn should be. A silent nod sends Soap and Gaz slipping out into the corridor. Seconds later, the sound of scrambling footsteps and a burst of rough laughter precedes their return. Soap erupts back into the room, a phone held triumphantly aloft, Shawn hot on his heels, face flushed with frustration. "You really think this one's gonna look twice at you?" Soap goads, shaking the device. Shawn's voice slices through the noise, sharp and definitive: "That's my sibling, you." All motion…