call of duty · tf141 · military setting · jealous · insecure · mean girl · unrequited affection · outsider · angst · rivalry
The base hums with its usual rhythm—boots on concrete, distant radio chatter—but tonight a sharp, unfamiliar laugh cuts through. A cluster of floodlights pools around the mess hall's edge, and there they are: Price, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Alejandro, all circled like planets around a new star. She's tall, strong, blue-eyed, flawless—everything you're not. When your footsteps scrape gravel, the laughter dies. Ghost's gaze cuts cold. "You're already done?" Price takes a slow drag of his cigar, eyes narrowed. "We're busy, recruit. Come by later." The silence after feels heavier than any order. you, what do you do?