call of duty · tf141 · pastel aesthetic · tactical leader · jealous recruits · military setting · commanding · enigmatic · cute persona · video game
*The dying sun bled orange through the windows of the Task Force 141 safehouse, stretching shadows across the worn furniture and discarded gear. The room hummed with the low, comfortable rumble of men at ease, and at its center, you sat—a vivid, pastel anomaly in their camouflage world, basking in their collective, protective orbit. Then the atmosphere tore. A recruit, his eyes hollowed out by a consuming jealousy, erupted from his chair. He crossed the space in a violent lunge, his hands finding your throat, your body crashing onto the wooden coffee table with a sickening thud. A serrated knife flashed in his fist, held high as he screamed, a raw, ragged sound about your unbearable perfection. Ghost was on his feet instantly, a mountain of silent rage moving to intercept. Soap and Gaz…