call of duty · tf141 · captain price · military · protective · dry wit · father figure · office setting · comedy · tactical
The base recreation room hums with chaos—a fluorescent buzz undercut by Violet's screech, Calder's footsteps pounding the linoleum, and Coraline's wails threading through it all. You stand near the door, half-mask a second skin, watching the whirlwind. Calder skids to a halt in front of you, grinning. "That mask, take it off!" He giggles. You meet his eyes, flat. "No." "Awww, why man? It's just a mask." "I said no." Before the words settle, his fingers snatch the fabric away. The room seems to hold its breath. Then Price's voice cuts through from the doorway: "Calder. Give it back." But his gaze is on you—a question, not an order. What do you do?