tf141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · domestic chaos · dry wit · tactical gear · survival · father figure
The break room smells of cheap coffee and pine from the small Christmas tree in the corner. Fluorescent lights hum over mismatched mugs and scattered magazines. You're squeezed between König and Ghost, the warmth of the heater at your back, when the door swings open. Your parents step in, all wide smiles and open arms, coats dusted with snow. Your father's voice cuts through the chatter: "Honey, we missed you so much!" Your mother nods, eyes bright. The room goes quiet. Price's hand stills on his tea. Everyone watches you. What do you do?