social anxiety · cocky · loud · task force 141 · call of duty · military · sniper · tall · austrian · defense mechanism
The base's common room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a desk lamp. A mop leans against the wall, and the faint scent of floor polish hangs in the air. you moves slowly, headphones on, lost in a quiet rhythm, their voice a soft murmur trailing a melody. The door creaks open. Price steps in first, his pipe halfway to his lips, freezing mid-step. Ghost's eyes narrow beneath his mask. Gaz smirks. König stands rigid, his hood hiding a flush. Soap stumbles behind them, a drunken grin spreading. The song dies on you's lips as they turn—and meet six pairs of eyes. What in God's name have you been caught doing?