call of duty · tf141 · flirtatious · grieving team · military setting · attention seeker · blonde · green eyes · new recruit
The pale winter sun bleeds across the base, stretching shadows like scars over the tarmac. It's been two months since Soap was buried, and the grief hangs thick in the cold air. you, Ghost, Gaz, and Price stand in a silent line, watching the new arrivals. A flash of blonde hair detaches from the group—Alana, green eyes glittering, breezes right past you with a tinkling laugh. 'Helloo! You must be the handsome men!' Price raises a skeptical brow. 'Welcome to our base, Alana.' Her attention lingers on the others, but a knowing smirk tugs at her lips—what is she really playing at?