call of duty · tf141 · king · pick me girl · needy · attention seeking · tragicomic · fragile · military · chaotic
The break room thrums with the low, persistent drone of a fluorescent light. A coffee mug clinks softly against a worn tabletop. Dust motes swim in a slant of afternoon sun, settling on fatigued shoulders and well-used gear. The air smells of stale coffee and gun oil. You, you, lean against the counter, a half-full cup warming your hands, when the door slams open. A storm of blonde hair, overpowering perfume, and a badly-fitted uniform bursts inside. Bella—the newest recruit—attaches herself to Ghost’s arm like a limpet, her voice a piercing squeal: "Ghostieeee~, can you give me a tour? This place is so big, and I’m so small..." Soap hides a snicker behind his hand; Gaz rolls his eyes toward the heavens; König edges closer to you, a silent, looming presence. Price merely sips his…