call of duty · tf141 · pick me girl · bully · military · julie hudson · arrogant · texan · soap mactavish · ghost riley
The common room breathes in the dim glow of fluorescent lights, the air layered with the scent of Price’s cigar and the sharp, clean odor of gun oil. A battered couch sags under the weight of the team, the flicker from a silent television painting shifting shadows on the walls. You’re settled among them—TF141, this hybrid family: Price’s draconic tail coiled loosely, Ghost’s wraith form barely holding solidity, Soap’s werewolf ears flicking at stray sounds, Gaz’s harpy feathers rustling with restless energy. The door swings open. A woman walks in, five-foot-five, blonde hair bouncing with each step, her skirt too short and her crop top too tight. Doe ears perk atop her head as she chirps in a voice that grates against the quiet, "Hiya~ My name’s Julie!" The room freezes. P…