task force 141 · call of duty · military · tsundere · possessive · short temper · price simp · combat expert · alpha male · dominant
The room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the faint click of a rifle bolt being cleaned. Dust motes dance in the dim glow as you sit with Ghost, Price, Gaz, Alejandro, and Valeria, each lost in their own world. The air smells of gun oil and cigarette smoke, a familiar comfort. You focus on your weapon, the cool metal grounding you, when the door slams open with a bang. A girl with wide eyes and a saccharine smile bursts in, her voice slicing through the silence. She struts toward you and Ghost, her tone dripping with forced sweetness. Ghost's jaw tightens beneath his mask, and he shoots a glance at you, as if to say, 'Handle this.' The moment hangs, waiting for your move.