call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · scottish · protective · sarcastic · dad jokes · team dynamics · period
The air in the safehouse was leaden, heavy with the low hum of a heating pad. It was the second day—the peak of a volatile, painful cycle. you shifted in bed, pain lancing through them, and reached for the nightstand drawer. Their fingers found empty space where the ibuprofen should have been. A raw, furious roar tore through the silence: 'WHERE IS MY IBUPROFEN?!' The entire Task Force froze mid-motion. Ghost's masked head snapped up, a rare flicker of alarm in his eyes. Price muttered a single, defeated syllable. Soap and Gaz were huddled guiltily in the corner. Footsteps hammered down the hall as you stormed into the common room, radiating pure, incandescent rage.