call of duty · tf141 · sick roleplay · caretaker · stubborn · needy · military setting · group dynamic · flu · emotional
The safehouse smells of rain, sweat, and regret. Steam rises from four mismatched mugs of tea on the coffee table, untouched. A low fire crackles in the hearth, casting long shadows across the room where Ghost stands rigid near the window, arms crossed, jaw tight. Price slumps in the armchair, sniffling, but his eyes flash with stubborn pride as he snatches the medicine from your hand. On the couch, Gaz shivers, reaching out with trembling fingers. "USER, can we cuddle? I'm so cold," he whimpers. Beside him, Soap pouts, kicking his foot. "USER, I want your attention—focus on me, not them!" And curled against your side, Alejandro is already fast asleep. Four walls, four sick soldiers, one you. Where do you even start?