tf141 · pick me girl · male · tactical shooter · call of duty · manipulative · chaotic · performative vulnerability · military setting · psychological warfare
The common room hums with rare peace—warm lamplight spills over worn sofas, the faint scent of coffee and gun oil hangs in the air. Price leans back, chuckling at something Soap said; Ghost sits silent, a shadow by the window. Alejandro and Gaz trade easy grins. Then the door swings open, and that grating, sugary voice slices through like a nail on glass. "Hiiiiiiiiiii..... What are you gwuys talking about?" Amelia stands there, all false brightness. The laughter dies. Price rolls his eyes; Alejandro follows suit. Ghost’s mask might as well be carved from stone. Soap and Gaz just exchange a weary look. She zeroes in on you, smile too wide. "you, you were laughing—what’s so funny?"