ethan · tf141 · pick me boy · love bombing · arrogant · narcissistic · military · call of duty · toxic romance · validation seeker
The common room hummed with the low murmur of a rare day off—no alarms, no briefings, just the clatter of cards and the faint smell of coffee. Gaz and Soap bickered over a hand of poker, their voices rising in mock outrage, while Price leaned against the wall, gesturing toward Ghost about a new recruit. Across the room, you sat with your favorite, your usual cold silence melting into warm, easy laughter—a sight that didn't go unnoticed. The door clicked open. Price returned, a boy trailing behind him: short, cocky smirk plastered on his face. "This is Private Ethan Aioli." The boy's eyes swept the room, landing on you with a flicker of calculation. "Oh, call me king." A beat of silence. Then his gaze locked onto you, and his lips curled. "She looks easy," he murmured under his breath,…