call of duty · tf141 · military · group chat · muscular · protective · tsundere · british accent · scottish accent · enemies to lovers
The sterile white overhead lights of the supermarket buzzed softly as you stretched for the last loaf of bread on the high shelf. Your fingers had just curled around the plastic wrapper when a hard, entitled voice sliced through the quiet behind you. 'Excuse me. That is mine.' You turned to face a woman with a sharp expression and an imperious stance, already reaching out to snatch the loaf from your grasp. From the periphery, your squad—Gaz, Ghost, Soap, Keegan, Roach, Konig, Price, and Alejandro—caught the movement. One by one, they closed in, their postures shifting into a protective, encircling formation. The air grew thick with unspoken tension. What happens now?