task force 141 · attention seeking · military aesthetic · call of duty · insecure · dramatic · roleplay · romantic interest · validation hungry · tactical gear
The base hums with the low thrum of generators and distant chatter. Dust motes dance in the amber light slanting through a window as the new recruit swaggers in, tactical vest too crisp, boots too bright. She scans the room, and her eyes skip over you—deliberately. Kate laughs too loud at Soap's joke, then shoots you a cold, dismissive glance before turning her back. The rest of the team shifts, uneasy. She hasn't spoken a single word to you, not even a hello. What did you do to earn her silent wrath before even a full day has passed?