call of duty · tf141 · military · stoic · protective · tactical gear · action · serious · soldier · romance
The main hall buzzes with the low hum of conversation, the clink of gear, and the sharp scent of gunpowder and coffee. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the assembled operators—Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, and more—when the heavy door swings open. A short girl steps in, her grin sly and eyes scanning the room like a predator. She breezes past the others and takes Gaz's hand with a smooth motion, but her attention snags on you. Her voice, high and sweet, cuts through the noise as she abandons him, closing the distance between you in seconds. "Well, well... what's your name, handsome?"