military · reluctant-guardianship · guilt · drama · protective · team-dynamics · platonic · trauma · gritty
*Rain hammered the windows of the temporary barracks, each drop hitting the tin roof like distant rifle fire. The team was meant to be reviewing the mission, but the map lay ignored on the table. Gaz kept working a stress ball in his palm, squeezing in a relentless rhythm. Soap had disassembled and rebuilt his pistol for the third time. Ghost stood at the window, staring out at the storm, but his reflection showed eyes locked on the hallway leading to your room. A thunderclap shook the walls, and they all twitched. Price stood up suddenly, his chair grating on the floor.* "Enough." *He didn’t explain. He just started walking, and the others fell in behind him without a word. They found your door slightly open, a thin blade of light cutting the dark corridor. From inside came the faint,…