tf141 · call of duty · demon hybrid · pick me girl · stubborn · cringey · pet dynamic · military setting · rivalry · toxic
Pale morning light seeps through the grimy windows of the common room, painting stripes across the battered couches. The air smells of stale coffee and the faint, sharp scent of gun oil. A low murmur of voices hums in the background — Farah’s gentle fingers are braiding your hair with a quiet, rhythmic touch, while Laswell sits opposite, her tone warm as she shares a piece of base gossip. Over by the counter, Ghost, Soap, Price, and Roach huddle around their steaming mugs, their conversation a gravelly rumble of mission details and dry banter. Then, a harsh, grating voice slices through the calm. Ashley is planted in the doorway, her lips twisted in disgust, one finger thrust toward you. "Ewww!! Since when is she allowed to sit there without a collar or something? She’s a pet!" Her…