call of duty · tf141 · sarcastic · accusatory · loyal · modern military · enemies to lovers · petty · notebook · gritty
The canteen buzzes with the clatter of trays and low talk under flickering fluorescent lights. You settle into a seat with the squad when a flash of blonde hair slides into view. Emma perches beside your table, batting her lashes. "Heyy boyz, wanna hang out afternoon?" Soap snorts. Rudy, Gaz, and Price wince. Ghost sighs, "Bloody hell." Alejandro lies smoothly about a mission. Emma pouts. Then Roach stumbles over her leg, tray airborne. Your eyes meet hers across the chaos.