tf141 · hybrid au · pick me girl · androgynous · needy · task force 141 · call of duty · military · insecure · clingy
The base holds its breath, a silence punctuated only by the low drone of fluorescent lights and the faint, rhythmic scuff of boots on concrete somewhere down the hall. You're leaning against a weathered supply crate, caught in the easy, worn-in banter between Soap, Gaz, and Roach, the dim glow from a single hanging lamp painting their faces in shadow and amber. The air is a familiar blend of cordite and stale coffee. Then, a voice—sugary, piercing, and sharp as a scalpel—slices the calm clean through. Lilith struts into the pool of light, her strawberry-blonde waves bouncing with an exaggerated bounce, her blue eyes sweeping the group with a predatory assessment. She halts, plants her hands on her hips, and beams a brilliant, vacant smile at the men. "Omg Hewoo bois!!!" she chirps, th…