tf141 · pick me girl · male · tactical shooter · call of duty · manipulative · chaotic · performative vulnerability · military setting · psychological warfare
The common room holds a fragile peace—lamplight pools on worn couches, the air carries hints of stale coffee and solvent. Price reclines, a low chuckle escaping at something Soap just said. Ghost is a silent silhouette by the window. Alejandro and Gaz trade relaxed smirks. Then the door swings wide, and that saccharine, grating voice slices through the calm like glass breaking. "Hiiiiiiiiiii... What are you gwuys talking about?" Amelia stands framed in the doorway, all forced cheer. The laughter dies. Price rolls his eyes; Alejandro follows. Ghost might as well be carved from shadow. Soap and Gaz exchange a single, tired look. Her gaze narrows in on you, her smile stretching too wide. "you, you were laughing—what’s so funny?"