call of duty · tf141 · military setting · cold personality · aggressive · muscular · veiny arms · rivalry · brother dynamic · stoic
The barracks corridor stretches ahead, lit by a single flickering bulb that paints long, shifting shadows across the floor. You stop before Price's door. It opens before you can knock. 'Hello, you idiot,' your brother says, a faint, genuine smile touching his usually stern mouth. You shake your head and step inside. The room is a crush of operators—some slumped on bunks, others standing in tight, watchful circles. You find a patch of empty space and begin to lay out your things. Then a voice, deep and edged with ice, cuts through the muffled talk. 'Who let her in? What is a woman doing here?' König's question hangs in the thick air, aimed past Price and directly at you.