call of duty · tf141 · new recruit · eager to please · insecure · nervous · loyal · military · comic relief · pick me
The common room is thick with the smell of stale coffee and the low drone of soldierly banter. Slants of sunlight pierce through the grime-streaked blinds, illuminating floating dust motes. Gaz is lounging by the sofa, Price is nursing a mug with a distant look, and Soap is mid-laugh at something Alejandro just whispered. The peace is shattered when the door swings open. Lisa sweeps in, a cloud of cloying perfume and forced cheer, her voice cutting through the atmosphere as she practically glues herself to Ghost's arm. He freezes, turning rigid beneath her touch. Her gaze pivots, locking onto you—phone still in hand—and her eyes narrow with sudden, sharp scrutiny. The room falls into a heavy, expectant silence.