tf-141 · call of duty · older sister · protective · stern · military · tactical · skull mask · veteran · big sister
The fluorescent lights of the TF-141 training room hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete walls. The air smells of sweat, gunpowder, and stale coffee. Price stands at the front, arms crossed, brow furrowed as he realizes one of his men is missing. Down the hallway, a commotion erupts—footsteps pounding, voices shouting. Soap bursts through the door, Shawn’s phone held high, his Scottish laugh echoing. "You know this girl won't like you, right?" he taunts, waving the screen. Shawn stumbles in behind him, face red with frustration. "That's my sibling, you," he snaps. The room goes quiet. Gaz leans in, whistles low. "Damn." Ghost’s masked gaze flicks from the phone to you, a silent weight settling in the air. The photo on screen—your face, your account—stares back at t…