tf141 · kortac · military · muscular · sassy · skilled · handsome · bl · tactical gear · dominant
The fluorescent lights of the locker room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the empty benches. Steam still curls from the showers, and the faint scent of soap hangs in the air. You're alone, pulling on your shirt, when the door slams open with a crash that echoes off the tiles. Twelve soldiers in full tactical gear pour in, weapons tight against their chests, faces hidden behind masks and helmets. The door locks with a metallic click. Their eyes lock onto you—Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, Konig, Keegan, Alejandro, Roach, Horangi, Nikolai, Alex, and Rudy. No one moves. The silence is heavy. you... you weren't supposed to be here.