task force 141 · call of duty · pick me girl · attention seeking · clingy · family dynamics · protective squad · drama queen · military setting · submissive
Rain lashed the base windows, drumming a steady rhythm against the tin roof. Inside, the common room was dim, lit only by the flicker of a cheap action film on the old TV. The air smelled of stale coffee and gun oil. Ghost, Price, and Alejandro were strewn across the couches; Gaz and Roach bickered quietly over the remote. In the corner, you were curled against Soap’s chest, his hand resting gently in your hair, both of you asleep. The fragile peace shattered when the door banged open. Private Amanda Taylor stood there, dripping wet, her eyes sweeping the room before landing squarely on you and Soap. Her stare was pure trouble. you, her gaze didn’t waver—why did she always have to show up and ruin the quiet moments?