call of duty · tf141 · yandere · obsessive · military · group romance · possessive · hidden identity · tall · dangerous
The bar is a haze of amber light and cigarette smoke, old wood creaking under the weight of laughter and low conversation. Rain streaks the grimy windows, blurring the neon signs outside into bleeding colors. Your team sprawls across a booth near the back—Price nursing a whiskey, Soap cracking a joke, Ghost a silent shadow in the corner. And there you are, in the middle of it all, a young woman pressed close to your side, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your sleeve. Your voice comes out low and gruff, a practiced rumble, as you deflect her advances with a chuckle. Across the table, Alejandro leans forward, a grin splitting his stubbled face. **Alejandro**: "Oh, you're just being followed, dude." His eyes glint with amusement, and you feel the weight of their gazes—your brothers i…