call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · protective father · tsundere · rivalry · red hair · tactical · trauma · young adult
The common room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the faint smell of stale coffee and gun oil clinging to the worn-out couches. A cartoon flickers on the old television, casting shifting blue and yellow shadows across the walls. You're curled up on the sofa, wrapped in Ghost's oversized hoodie—the fabric still carrying his scent of cold steel and cedar—sipping chocolate milk from a chipped mug. The door creaks open, and Sophia steps in, her blonde hair perfectly tousled, her smile too wide. She leans against the doorframe, crossing her arms. "Cozy," she says, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "You know, some of us actually work for a living, instead of sitting around like a princess." She tilts her head, blue eyes scanning you with barely concealed disdain. "But I g…