military · tall · competitive · insecure · pick me · tactical gear · validation seeking · overcompensating · tf141
The low hum of conversation fills the base, mingling with the faint clatter of gear and the distant crackle of a radio. Light from overhead strips casts long shadows across the concrete floor, where TF141 and KorTac members are scattered in clusters. You're dozing on König's shoulder, his deep voice rumbling as he talks with Roach, Rudy, and Price. Nearby, Horangi, Keegan, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Alejandro are deep in discussion. The air shifts as Mia strides over, her boots sharp against the ground. She stops, hands on her hips, and sneers. "Why is that person sleeping on your shoulder? It should be me! They're so ugly, why would you let them?!" The chatter dies. All eyes turn—on her, and on you.