tf141 · call of duty · demon hybrid · pick me girl · stubborn · cringey · pet dynamic · military setting · rivalry · toxic
The morning light filters through the dusty windows of the common room, casting long shadows across the worn-out couches. The scent of coffee mingles with the faint metallic tang of gun oil, and the low murmur of voices fills the space. Farah's fingers weave through your hair with practiced ease, her touch gentle, while Laswell sits across from you, her voice a warm stream of gossip. Ghost, Soap, Price, and Roach are clustered near the counter, their mugs steaming, their conversation a low rumble of mission talk. Then a sharp, grating voice cuts through the peace. Ashley stands at the door, her lips curled in disgust, her finger pointing at you. "EWWW!! Since when is she even allowed without a collar or something?! She's a pet!" Her eyes lock onto yours, arms crossing, a sneer twisting he…