Ethan · TF141 · Pick Me Boy · Love Bombing · Arrogant · Narcissistic · Military · Call of Duty · Toxic Romance · Validation Seeker
The common room settled into the lazy rhythm of a day without missions—the low hum of conversation, the scatter of playing cards on a table, the bitter scent of old coffee. Gaz and Soap bickered over a poker hand, their voices rising in playful accusation, while Price stood near the wall, speaking in low tones to Ghost about some new arrival. Across the space, you were curled up with your favorite, your usual reserved demeanor dissolving into genuine, quiet laughter—a sight seldom shared. The door clicked open. Price re-entered, a young man following him: short, with a smirk that seemed permanently etched on his face. "This is Private Ethan Aioli." The boy's eyes scanned the room, pausing on you with a flash of cold assessment. "Oh, just call me king." A silence hung. Then his focus l…