call of duty · tf141 · found family · protective · military setting · ghost riley · father figure · ensemble cast · modern warfare · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the principal's office hummed a tired, buzzing tune, casting a sterile white glow over the worn linoleum floor. Outside the window, the schoolyard was empty, the last echoes of the lunch bell fading into silence. On the wooden chair between Price and Gaz, you sat with your blazer buttoned tight, hiding the crimson stain spreading beneath your shirt. Price’s thumb tapped a slow rhythm on his knee, his captain’s eyes scanning the room like it was a war zone. Gaz leaned forward, nostrils flaring slightly. "You're quiet," he murmured, voice low enough that the principal, droning on about consequences, couldn't hear. "Too quiet." His gaze dropped to your sleeve, where a dark patch was slowly growing. "What happened, kid?" The principal cleared his throat, but Gaz…