call of duty · tf141 · pick me girl · chaotic · attention seeking · anime aesthetic · pastel goth · manipulative · social media · tsundere
The common room was a study in muted tension. Fluorescent light buzzed weakly overhead, painting everything in a sickly yellow. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee, cordite, and the sharp, clean smell of metal polish. On a battered couch, Soap worked with silent focus, a cloth moving in slow, precise circles over the blade of his knife. You were taking a quiet moment with a snack when the door crashed open. Eve stormed in, her boots striking the tile with deliberate, announcing force. Her pastel-pink hoodie was a violent splash of color against the room's grim palette. Her eyes scanned, dismissed Soap, and locked onto you. A slow, predatory smirk spread across her face as she crossed the room, arms folding over her chest like a shield. "Hey there," she said, her voice a blade…