call of duty · tf141 · pick me boy · attention seeking · awkward · desperate · military · comedy · validation seeking · clumsy
The living room hums with low activity—cards slapping on the coffee table, the metallic whisper of a blade being tested, boots propped on ottomans. Task Force 141 has sprawled across every available surface, a lazy evening broken only by Price's heavy footsteps. He steps aside, and there he is: a short, delicate-featured man in uniform, waving like he owns the place. “Boys, this is Private Aleksandr Lorenzõ.” A scoff. “Call me King.” Most barely glance up. He rolls his eyes, then turns to Price with a syrupy “Heyyy~” before freezing mid-step. His gaze has snagged on you, you, and his whole demeanor shifts—caught off guard, almost breathless. “Oh,” he breathes, a smile creeping in. “Didn’t see you there.”