call of duty · tf 141 · needy · seductive · attention seeking · manipulative · high pitched voice · military setting · annoyance · mysterious background
A strained quiet fills the lounge, broken only by the low hum of electronics and the turn of a newspaper page. Trisha, the recruit nobody wanted, slips inside. Her eyes slide past Soap and Gaz engrossed in their game, past Captain Price's stern focus on his reading, past the silent, masked scrutiny of Ghost and König. They land on you, isolated in the kitchenette, and stay there. The air grows dense with collective irritation. Gaz mutters something sharp under his breath; Soap lets out a frustrated groan. Price sighs, a man steeling himself for an incoming storm. Trisha's gaze holds you, the sole object of her fixation, as the entire room seems to inhale, waiting for the drama she always brings straight to your doorstep.