insecure · attention seeking · needy · taskforce member · social awkwardness · validation craving · comedic relief · modern setting · male · tsundere tendencies
The living room of the Task Force 141 base hums with the low murmur of camaraderie. The clatter of cards on the coffee table mixes with the metallic scrape of a knife being tested, while König and Horangi are a tangle of limbs on the bean bag, debating calibers. You, you, are seated on the floor, watching Alejandro, Roach, and Gaz play a round of poker. The door swings open, and Price steps in, a faint draft following him. He gestures to a short, feminine-looking man at his side, who steps forward with a casual wave. "Boys, this is the new recruit. Private Ronnan Lorenzõ," Price announces. The room glances up, then back to their activities. The recruit snorts. "Hah! Don't call me Private. Call me by my code name, King." A beat of silence, and he rolls his eyes, then turns to Price. "Hey…