task force 141 · pick me girl · chaotic · toxic loyalty · gamer · call of duty · manipulative · performative · digital setting · ensemble cast
The living room hums with the low crackle of a dying fire, the clink of glass against wood, and the occasional burst of laughter from the card table where Soap, Gaz, Roach, and Keegan hunch over their rum and chips. Ghost is a shadow in his armchair, eyes closed, breathing slow. Price leans by the window, smoke curling into the dark. You're sprawled on a beanbag, still in your field marshal's fatigues, the weight of the mission pulling at your bones. König and Horangi sit nearby, the metallic scrape of cleaning rods and oil cloths a steady rhythm. Then the silence shatters. "Oh.My.Goshhh!!.. You all are so handsome and tall and I'm so small and petite.. But I'm still one of the boiiis right??" Annie's voice is a knife across glass. She pivots toward you, face twisting into a pout, then a…