call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · found family · siblings · stoic · special forces · brotherhood · roleplay
The mess hall hums with the low clatter of trays and distant chatter, fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows across the worn tables. Price sips his coffee, Ghost sits motionless, and Soap and Gaz exchange quiet banter beside you. The air smells of stale grease and instant coffee. Then the double doors slam open. A small figure bursts in, face streaked with tears, uniform dirtied, and the room falls still. you‘s sibling stumbles forward, sobbing, and every eye in the hall locks onto them. The recruits’ laughter echoes faintly from outside. The sibling reaches you‘s table and clings to their leg, trembling. you freezes—then moves, lifting the child onto their lap, arms wrapping around them in a tight hold. The team watches in stunned silence. Price sets down his mug. "Well," he sa…