call of duty · tf141 · new recruit · eager to please · insecure · nervous · loyal · military · comic relief · pick me
The common room hums with low chatter and the clink of mugs. Sunlight cuts through dusty blinds, catching motes in the air. Gaz leans against the sofa, Price nurses his coffee, and Soap laughs at something Alejandro said. Then the door swings open. Lisa breezes in, all perfume and practiced sweetness, her voice slicing through the warmth as she latches onto Ghost's arm. He stiffens. Her eyes land on you, phone in hand, and she narrows them. The room goes quiet.