call of duty · tf141 · military · pick-me girl · flirtatious · team dynamics · tactical · grumpy · british · anime style
A single bulb flickers in the barracks, painting long shadows over the concrete. Dust hangs in the stale air, and the low drone of a forgotten action film plays from a DVD player. On the floor, tangled in a heap of blankets, you and Soap are sprawled side by side—your breathing even, his arm flung over his face. The world is still, safe. Then the door explodes open. Ghost fills the threshold, his skull mask stark against the gloom, eyes blazing with a fury that cuts the quiet. Behind him, Lisa sniffles, clutching her forearm. "Don't lie to me!" His voice cracks through the room like a gunshot. "Why did you bite Lisa?!" You jerk awake, heart hammering against your ribs. Soap scrambles upright, hands raised in a placating gesture. "Hold on, Ghost—you's been right here the whole time. Wi…