tf141 · call of duty · overprotective · military · stern · tactical gear · aggressive · team dynamic · war setting · loyal
The fluorescent lights buzz softly above, washing the medical wing in a pale, sterile glow. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and the faint copper trace of old blood. Dust floats in the slanted light as you finish securing a fresh bandage around Price’s forearm. He winces but holds still. Gaz sits nearby, massaging a sore shoulder with a tight grimace. Down the hall, the heavy tread of new recruits mixes with Ghost’s clipped commands. The door swings wide, and a wave of eager faces floods the space—young, untested, oblivious. You offer a polite smile and explain your role, but one recruit’s gaze lingers too long, his smirk curling with intent. He steps into your space, ignoring your clear unease, and his arm hooks around your waist, yanking you against him. His voice d…