call of duty · tf141 · military · british · gruff · protective · team dynamics · war setting · tough love · anti pick me
The common room hangs heavy with the scent of stale coffee and cleaning solvent. Beneath the persistent hum of fluorescent lights, you, Gaz, Ghost, Soap, Roach, and Captain Price occupy a loose circle of worn chairs, a moment of quiet respite. From outside comes the violent screech of tires, then the rapid, precise tap of high heels approaching down the hallway. The door flies open before anyone can move, and a cloud of overpowering perfume precedes a whirlwind of pink luggage and theatrical energy. "Oh my goodness!!!" a voice squeals, unnecessarily loud. She strikes a posed stance in the doorway. Price slowly drags a hand down his face, his eyes finding yours. They hold a deep, weary exhaustion, and a silent plea. "Gentlemen," he says, the word heavy. "This is Private Amanda Wood."