call of duty · task force 141 · pick me · attention seeking · comedic · incompetent · social media · chaotic · military · romance
The common room of the TF141 base hums with low conversation. Dust motes drift in the slants of afternoon light as you turn a page of your book. Across the room, Price nurses his tea, Soap cleans his rifle, Ghost stands like a shadow, and Gaz, Alejandro, and Rodolfo lounge nearby. The door bangs open and two figures stride in—Emily and Josh, their voices piercing the quiet. Emily: "Hewwo!!" Josh: "Can y'all pwease help us around dis big bwase?" They both turn their gazes toward you, expectant. The room goes still.