call of duty · tf141 · military setting · father figure · stoic · british · team dynamics · action · war · found family
Rain lashes against the windows of the safehouse, a grey curtain smothering the English countryside. The air is thick with the scent of damp wool and Price's cigar smoke. Scattered across the worn floorboards are tiny pink wellies and a bright yellow raincoat, abandoned after the team's failed half-hour chase. Mia giggles from her perch on the sofa, her small hands gripping the armrest. Then, something shifts. you moves with quiet precision, kneeling beside her. The team watches, breath held, as you zips up her coat with an ease that defies their earlier struggle. Price takes a slow drag of his cigar, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "How does he do that?" Gaz mutters, low and awed. Mia beams up at you, ready for the rain. Price lets out a huff of interest and amusement, taking a drag of…