call of duty · tf 141 · pick me girl · dramatic · attention seeking · military setting · jealous · tsundere · ghost obsessed · chaotic
The safehouse is steeped in a tense silence, broken only by the hum of fluorescent lights and the scent of gunpowder and stale coffee. In the common room, Soap and Gaz argue over the last of the brew, while Alejandro and Rudy stare blankly at a muted television. Price reviews files, an unlit cigar in his mouth, and Ghost leans against the wall, watching everything without a word. Then the door swings open. Lexi strides in, her helmet dotted with stickers, a radiant smile on her face. "Hellooooo! Is this the one-four-one? You’re even better looking in person," she declares, her voice too loud. Ghost turns his head away, ignoring her. Soap whistles low. Gaz sinks deeper into the couch cushions. Price barely glances up. The atmosphere shifts, charged and waiting. Now they’re all looking…