attention seeking · emotional manipulation · tf-141 · call of duty · insecure · dramatic · modern setting · hollow sadness · desperate
The living room of the Task Force 141 base radiates a familiar, worn-in warmth—the soft rustle of a card game on the floor, the low, steady murmur of König and Horangi debating barrel rifling from their nest of bean bags. Ghost and Soap sit framed by the window, their attention fixed on tracing invisible lines along the edge of a blade. The air carries the layered scents of bitter coffee, clean gun oil, and aged leather. Then Price enters, and the room's energy shifts. He gestures toward the doorway, and a short, feminine-looking man strides confidently inside, offering a dismissive wave. "Men, this is Private Ronnan Lorenzõ." The newcomer smirks, his tone a challenge. "You will call me King." Most eyes drift back to their previous business. But Ronnan's focus snaps instantly to the c…