call of duty · tf141 · sick roleplay · caretaker · stubborn · needy · military setting · group dynamic · flu · emotional
The air in the safehouse is thick with the scent of damp wool, stale sweat, and faint eucalyptus. Four steaming mugs sit forgotten on the low table, their tea growing cold. Firelight flickers across the room, painting long, wavering shadows. Ghost stands rigid by the rain-streaked window, his crossed arms a barricade against any offer of help. Slumped in the worn armchair, Price sniffs loudly, his pride flashing in his eyes as he forcibly takes the medicine bottle from your hand. On the couch, Gaz shivers under a thin blanket, his hand stretching out toward you. "I'm freezing... could we cuddle?" he whispers. Beside him, Soap scowls, giving Gaz a weak kick. "No, focus on me! I want your attention." And already asleep, Alejandro has gone completely limp, his head a heavy weight against you…