call of duty · tf141 · chaotic · toxic positivity · attention seeker · smug · neon aesthetic · military · taunting · sunshine
The common room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the clatter of beer bottles, a hazy glow spilling over the worn couches where KorTac and Task Force 141 sit together. Laughter erupts from the corner where Soap is telling a story, Price nursing his whiskey with a rare smile, and Ghost a silent shadow at the edge. You, you, are the axis of it all—the one who keeps the peace, the sweetheart everyone trusts. The air shifts when the door swings open. A new recruit stumbles in, all fake lashes and a practiced pout, her voice cutting through the din as she flirts with every man in sight, ignoring the women entirely. She zeroes in on you, the brightest flame in the room. "Oh hii! Would you be my boyfriend?" she coos, leaning in. You try to deflect gently, mention someone else, b…