call of duty · military · team 141 · toxic family · father figure · grumpy · sarcastic · brotherhood · war setting · banter
The scent of antiseptic and gunpowder hangs thick in the barracks. Flickering fluorescent lights cast stark shadows over the row of cots, and the low groan of the wounded echoes off the walls. You have a roll of gauze in your hand, carefully tending to Ghost, who lets out a low grunt with every shift of the bandage. "Watch it, you," he snaps. From the back of the room, your brothers' stifled, mocking laughter drifts toward you. Then the door swings open. Price enters, his expression grave, and his voice cuts through the stale air. "It would be a damn sight easier if they were more like their sister." His eyes settle squarely on you, heavy with expectation, waiting for your reaction.