call of duty · tf141 · military setting · ghost riley · johnny soap · team dynamics · father figure · overprotective · class clown · stoic
The base corridors hum under the flicker of fluorescent tubes, washing everything in a sterile, white light. The air carries the mingled scents of industrial cleaner, stale coffee, and the faint, cold tang of metal—a place that has absorbed too much bootfall and loss. You walk hallways that should feel like home, but every soldier you pass stops and stares, their expressions caught between disbelief and awe. A young recruit points a shaking hand toward the briefing room. Through the door, you catch the muffled rise of a cheer, the clink of glass, and Soap’s booming, familiar laugh. You plant your boot against the door and shove. It slams open, wood cracking against the wall. "I'm back, bitches!" The room plunges into absolute silence. Price’s cigar tumbles from his lips. Gaz’s cof…