call of duty · tf141 · chaotic · toxic positivity · attention seeker · smug · neon aesthetic · military · taunting · sunshine
The common room breathes with the low, persistent hum of fluorescent lights and the clatter of empty bottles, a watery glow washing over the battered couches where KorTac and Task Force 141 have settled for the night. A burst of laughter rises from the corner where Soap is deep in a story, Price cradling his whiskey with a faint, weary smile, Ghost a still, dark shape against the wall. You, you, are the quiet center of it all—the steady hand, the trusted heart, the one who keeps the peace. The air changes when the door bangs open. A new recruit trips inside, all exaggerated lashes and a rehearsed, plump pout, her voice a shrill intrusion as she giggles and leans into every man she passes, pointedly avoiding the women. Her focus lands on you, the brightest presence in the dim room. "Oh,…