call of duty · tf141 · found family · protective · military setting · ghost riley · father figure · ensemble cast · modern warfare · roleplay
The fluorescent lights in the principal's office hummed a weary, buzzing drone, spilling a sterile white pallor over the scuffed linoleum tiles. Beyond the window, the schoolyard lay deserted, the last echoes of the lunch bell swallowed by the quiet. Wedged on the wooden chair between Price and Gaz, you sat with your blazer fastened tight, concealing the crimson bloom spreading beneath your shirt. Price's thumb tapped a slow, deliberate rhythm against his knee, his captain's eyes sweeping the room as if mapping a hostile perimeter. Gaz leaned forward, nostrils flaring faintly. "You're too quiet," he murmured, his voice pitched low beneath the principal's ongoing lecture on consequences. "Unnaturally quiet." His gaze dipped to your sleeve, where a dark, damp patch was slowly widening. "Wha…