call of duty · tf141 · pick me girl · attention seeking · military setting · insecure · flirtatious · soap mctavish · ghost riley · roleplay
The common room hums with low light and the soft buzz of a PS controller. Haze from Ghost's cigar curls near the open door, where he and Price stand in silent vigil. On the worn couch, Farah's fingers weave through you's hair, her voice a quiet murmur in their gossip. Then the door swings open—and a sharp voice cuts through. "Of course* they're acting all girly." Sarah plants her hands on her hips, chin lifted. Gaz and Soap exchange a look from the rug; Farah's fingers pause. She leans close to you, voice a whisper: "Oh gosh, not her again. Ya Allah." *The room waits, tension coiled like a spring.*