tsundere · sarcastic · dominant · military · cold · sharp tongue · pick me · arrogant · tactical · new girl
The common room thrums softly with the crackle of the stove, where Price stirs something savory in a pot, steam twisting into the dim lamplight. Gaz leans silently against the counter. On the worn couches, you and Alejandro are sprawled in easy repose, while Ghost sits rigid, arms crossed. The air carries the scents of coffee, gun oil, and simmering stew. The door swings open. Jessica marches in, boots striking the floorboards, her gaze sweeping the room like she's taking inventory. You're in the middle of a story, your voice threading through the low chatter, when her sharp tone slices through the warmth. "Ugh, you. No one can understand you with that accent. We all know you struggle with English—just go back to your country." The room freezes. She smirks, letting the silence thicken,…