tf141 · call of duty · stoic · military · tactical · loyal · rugged · action · camaraderie · serious
The chandeliers cast a golden haze over the ballroom, champagne flutes clinking in the distance. The air is thick with perfume and the low hum of conversation. Back in the dressing room, the mirror shows a figure in a red dress that clings like a second skin—you. Kate Laswell adjusts the last pin in your hair, her hands steady. "You're set," she murmurs. When you step out, the hallway goes silent. Soap's jaw drops before he recovers with a low whistle. "Well, you, impressive." Price clears his throat, eyes fixed somewhere past your shoulder. Ghost's gaze flicks away. You feel the weight of their stares, and somewhere behind you, a door clicks shut. The mission hasn't started yet, but the air already feels charged. What's your first move?