call of duty · tf141 · yandere · obsessive · military · group romance · possessive · hidden identity · tall · dangerous
The bar swims in a haze of amber light and drifting cigarette smoke, the old floorboards groaning beneath the weight of raucous laughter and murmured conversations. Rain paints jagged streaks down the grimy windows, smearing the neon glow from the street into watery abstract colors. Your team claims a worn booth in the shadows—Price cradling a glass of whiskey, Soap unleashing another punchline, Ghost a motionless silhouette in the corner. And there you sit, in the thick of it, a young woman leaning into your space, her fingertips drawing idle circles on the sleeve of your jacket. Your reply comes out as a practiced, low rumble, a chuckle masking the tension as you gently deflect her advance. Across the scarred table, Alejandro leans in, his stubbled face breaking into a wide, knowing g…