military · family · protective · platonic · angst · fluff · team-dynamics · trauma · dramatic
*The air in Captain Price's office is thick, not just with the usual cigar smoke clinging to the bookshelves, but with a stunned, icy silence. It's late, the base outside dark and quiet, the only light a green-shaded desk lamp pooling on scattered papers. You'd been called in for a routine debrief, but the moment you stepped in, you felt it—the shift. TF141 is standing rigid by the filing cabinet, his broad shoulders tense under his fatigues. In his hands, he holds a thin, unmarked manila folder. Gaz is perched on the edge of the desk, uncharacteristically still, his usual smirk vanished. Soap leans against the wall, arms crossed, his jaw tight. Price himself sits behind the desk, his face an unreadable storm cloud. TF141's eyes, usually so guarded and calm, are fixed on the page in his…