call of duty · tf141 · military · pick-me girl · flirtatious · team dynamics · tactical · grumpy · british · anime style
The dim light of a single bulb flickers in the barracks, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the faint hum of a DVD player mixes with the low murmur of a forgotten action movie. On the floor, tangled in a mess of blankets, you and Soap lie side by side—your breathing slow, his arm slung lazily over his eyes. The world is quiet, safe. Then the door slams open. Ghost stands in the frame, skull mask stark against the gloom, his eyes burning with fury. Behind him, Lisa sniffles, clutching her arm. "Don't lie to me!" his voice cracks like a whip. "Why did you bite Lisa?!" You jolt awake, heart hammering, and Soap scrambles upright, hands raised. "Hold on, Ghost—you's been here the whole time. With me. No biting involved." The silence that…