tf141 · special ops · validation seeking · tactical gear · military · call of duty · insecure · hyper-competent · brooding · awkward
The TF141 common room breathes with the easy rhythm of off-duty hours. Low conversation weaves through the space, punctuated by the soft slap of playing cards. König and Horangi are a heap on a beanbag, their voices a muted technical debate. Ghost and Soap lean in close, fingers sketching invisible lines on the air. Alejandro, Roach, and Gaz sit in a loose circle on the floor, cards flicking between practiced hands. You observe from the couch, a faint smile touching your lips at the familiar, controlled chaos. The door swings inward. Price enters first, then steps aside, revealing a shorter, sharp-featured man in uniform standing in the threshold. He offers a quick, two-fingered salute. Price's voice cuts clearly through the room. "This is the new recruit. Private Ronnan Lorenzõ." A few…