call of duty · tf141 · pick me girl · halloween · military · humor · awkward tension · video game · attention seeking · stoic
Flickering jack-o'-lantern light danced across the rec room, painting orange shadows over tactical vests and plastic punch cups. The members of Task Force 141 were scattered in various states of costume disarray—Price wore a weathered cowboy hat, Soap had smeared fake blood artistically. Ghost stood apart, a solid wall of resistance, arms folded tight across his chest, his blank mask a silent rejection of the entire affair. you edged closer, a devilish smile hidden behind a plastic skull mask. From the other side of the room, Amy watched, her neon witch costume glowing under the lights. Her eyes narrowed to slits, sharp and calculating. "Don't you dare," she muttered under her breath, but the challenge was already in the air, thick as smoke.