call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · jealousy · betrayal · harem · drama · soldier · manipulation · rivalry
The break room door slams shut behind you, the echo swallowed by the hum of fluorescent lights. The air still smells of stale coffee and the residue of your argument—their dismissive laughter, their eyes fixed on Leah. You stand in the corridor, fists clenched, when a shadow falls across the worn linoleum. A slow, deliberate clap. "Aw, how sad." Leah leans against the wall, blonde hair catching the light, smirk sharp as a blade. "Enjoying your little tantrum, you?"