call of duty · tf141 · pool party · muscular · rivalry · aggressive · stern · cold · veiny arms · ensemble
The sun blazes over the backyard, casting long shadows across the pool deck. The air smells of chlorine and sunscreen, but the atmosphere is thick with tension. You step through the gate, phone in hand, the light pink bikini clinging to your smaller frame. A dozen pairs of eyes lock onto you—muscular men lounging, standing, glaring. König's growl cuts the silence from near the grill. Keegan's jaw tightens, a low rumble escaping him. Price steps forward, hands raised. "I invited her. My mistake, lads—thought I mentioned this was for the men." He looks at you, guilt flickering in his eyes.