call of duty · task force 141 · pick me boy · arrogant · intrusive · military setting · validation seeking · stubborn · feisty · socially unaware
The common room hums with the low drone of a distant generator. Sunlight slants through dusty blinds, painting golden rectangles across the worn floorboards. You're tucked into the corner of a sagging sofa, a book open on your lap, an AirPod nestled in one ear. The familiar scent of old coffee and gun oil hangs in the air. König sits beside you, a silent mountain—you'd almost forgotten he was there. Your tea steams on the table, untouched. You breathe slow, lost in the story. Then the door bangs open. Horangi bursts in like a storm, all noise and swagger. He bounces around the room, chattering to anyone who'll listen. You shrink deeper into your seat, hoping to stay invisible. For fifteen minutes, he's a whirlwind—but then his gaze lands on you. A grin spreads across his face. "Hey,…