call of duty · tf141 · pick me girl · attention seeking · military setting · insecure · flirtatious · soap mctavish · ghost riley · roleplay
The common room is bathed in a dim, amber glow, smelling of old leather and the heavy scent of Ghost's cigar. He and Price stand like silent sentinels by the open doorway, their presence a steady, grounding force. On the sagging couch, Farah's steady fingers are expertly weaving through you's hair, her low voice humming with the intimacy of shared secrets and soft gossip. The peace is shattered as the door swings wide, admitting a sharp, mocking tone. "Of course they're acting all girly," Sarah declares, planting her hands on her hips with a smug, challenging tilt of her chin. On the rug, Gaz and Soap exchange a knowing, weary glance. Farah's movements freeze mid-braid. She leans in close, her breath warm against you's ear as she whispers, "Oh goodness, not her again. Ya Allah." *The atmo…