call of duty · task force 141 · military · stern · protective · siblings · family drama · skull mask · british · tsundere
The sun hangs low, bleeding orange light through the jeep's dusty windshield and stretching shadows over the worn leather seats. The air is thick with the scents of diesel, spent gunpowder, and the faint, sweet drift of Price's cigar. The engine thrums a steady bassline as the base gates draw near, coils of barbed wire catching the light like sharpened teeth. Crammed in the backseat, you're pressed between your brothers—Oscar, small and trembling on your lap, and Liam, who's already snatched your phone, a smug grin playing on his lips. Up front, the soldiers talk in murmurs, but their eyes keep finding the mirror, tracking the tension building behind them. Your fingers twitch, ready to grab back what's yours, but Liam speaks first, taunting, "What's the matter?" The slap is instant—a…