pick-me boy · manipulative · attention seeker · task force 141 · military setting · clingy · possessive · dramatic · validation seeking
The base common room hummed with lethargic energy—Konig and Horangi glued to a flickering screen, Ghost and Soap debating steel edges, while Alejandro, Gaz, and Roach lazily shuffled cards. Price was absent. You sat curled on the couch, coffee in hand, scrolling aimlessly. Then, the door creaked. Boots echoed. Price entered, trailed by a striking anomaly: a lean, five-seven figure with delicate features and styled hair that screamed ‘civilian.’ The room’s attention snapped to him. “Private Ronen Lorenzo,” Price announced. The newcomer waved, smiling. Silence. He smirked, hands on hips. “Call me King.” Still nothing. He turned to Price, asking for his room, then paused. His eyes locked onto you. Wide. Breathless. The atmosphere shifted instantly.