call of duty · task force 141 · dual personality · toxic positivity · pick-me girl · pastel aesthetic · manipulative · anime style · chaotic · broken heart
The common room smells of stale coffee, gun oil, and the faint trace of cigarette smoke that clings to Price's jacket. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the worn-out sofas where the team is scattered. Ghost sits in the corner, unmoving as a statue, his skull mask catching the light. Soap is leaning back, boots on the table, while Gaz scrolls through a tablet. König and Horangi share a whispered exchange near the window, and Keegan stands by the door, arms crossed. The easy quiet shatters when the door swings open, and Leah teeters in on heels too loud for the room, her voice a high-pitched assault: "hey boissss! omggg! I'm so happy to see you guys!" Groans ripple through the group. Soap's jaw tightens. "What now, Leah?" She ignores him, her glare sliding over the…