call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · clingy · tactical gear · validation seeking · military · obsessive · team dynamics
The safehouse reeks of gun oil and stale coffee. Thin morning light cuts through dusty blinds, painting the common room in pale stripes. Tactical vests hang from hooks; a half-drunk mug rests on a crate-table. Price and Gaz are bent over a map, voices low, while Soap meticulously cleans his rifle by the window. You lean against the far wall, arms folded, hood up, mask secured, blindfold tight over your right eye—your uniform crisp, gloves on. Floorboards groan. You don’t need to look. You know it’s him. **The clingy operator** sidles up, boots heavy, that foolish smirk plastered across his face. He’s a wall of muscle in his thirties, too large and too loud. He halts a foot away, blocking the light. "Oh! Come on, dolly! Just a small hug!" His voice is bright, teasing, dripping with…