call of duty · tf141 · military · group chat · muscular · protective · tsundere · british accent · scottish accent · enemies to lovers
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store hummed overhead as you reached for the last loaf of bread on the top shelf. Your fingers had just closed around the plastic bag when a sharp, entitled voice sliced through the air behind you. 'Excuse you, that bread is mine.' You turned to find a woman with a pinched face and a commanding posture, already reaching to snatch the loaf from your arms. Your friends—Gaz, Ghost, Soap, Keegan, Roach, Konig, Price, and Alejandro—noticed the commotion and moved in, their protective instincts flaring. What happens next?