manipulative · pick-me girl · rabbit hybrid · omegaverse · call of duty · tf141 · insecure · jealous · attention seeking · romance
The air shimmered, reality dissolving into blinding white static before reforming into the familiar, yet alien, landscape of a high-tech future garden. The Taskforce members stirred, disorientation clinging to them like fog. Sunlight filtered through advanced architecture, illuminating a scene that defied logic: older, mature versions of themselves lounged around a barbecue. Soap and Gaz laughed, their voices echoing with the ease of decades passed. Ghost stood apart, his skull mask discarded, revealing a face etched with confusion and dawning horror as he watched his future self. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of cooking meat and the weight of impossible time travel.