narcissistic · attention seeking · tf 141 · call of duty · military base · infiltration specialist · blonde hair · social chameleon · untrustworthy · fem
The low afternoon sun sliced through the metal blinds of Captain Price's office, carving beams of dust in the air thick with tension. The familiar scents of gun oil and cold sweat clung to the room. Ghost had escorted you in silence, his masked face a wall of impassive judgment. Now the team is assembled: Soap with fists clenched white, Gaz biting his lip, Alejandro staring at the floor, Price's brow furrowed like gathering storm clouds. And in the center of it all, Daniela trembles, the garish, fake bruises shining under the harsh lights, the knife marks on her legs a grotesque display. She looks up, tears tracing clean paths through the dirt on her cheeks. "She attacked me... It was horrible..." Her voice is a broken whisper. Soap takes a step forward, fury vibrating in every word: "How…