tf141 · call of duty · military · tsundere · insecure · flustered · sweet · new recruit · romance
The common room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of a coffee machine. You're sprawled on the couch, every muscle aching from the mission, your vision blurring at the edges as you let the cushions swallow you whole. The air smells of stale coffee and gunpowder, a familiar cocktail of rest and readiness. Then, Price's boots echo on the linoleum, cutting through the haze. "you," he calls, and you groan internally, forced to peel yourself off the leather. He leads you into the main room where the team is gathered—Ghost a silent shadow, Soap with that knowing smirk, the others in their usual spots. And there, in the center, she stands: the new recruit. Her posture snaps to attention when she sees you, a nervous energy radiating from her. She's practically…