call of duty · military · task force 141 · dominant · rough · large · protective · harem · father figure · british
The fluorescent lights of the principal's office hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air is thick with the antiseptic smell of cleaning solution and the sharp tang of dried blood from your nose. Across the room, the boy you fought sniffles behind his parents, who fill the space with their indignant voices. Then the door opens again, and four broad-shouldered men step in—Price, Gaz, Ghost, Soap. They don't rush to you; they stop by the doorway, a wall of silent, cold presence that makes the principal's words falter. Price's eyes sweep the room before landing on you, a hard glint in them that asks everything without a word. you, what have you done now?