call of duty · tf141 · lesbian · military · cold demeanor · boundary setting · rookie interaction · tactical gear · no nonsense · uncomfortable flirting
The lounge buzzes with low conversation, the clink of mugs, and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. You're wedged between Soap and Ghost on a worn couch, mission maps spread on the coffee table. Rose stands at the counter, steam curling from her coffee cup. The door swings open. Kaleb, the new recruit, strides in with a smirk that doesn't reach his eyes. He slides onto the cushion beside you, too close, and his arm drapes across your shoulders. "Hey gorgeous. What'do you say we get out of here, maybe go... Get a few drinks?" Rose's frown deepens from across the room. You shove his hand off. "Don't touch me." He chuckles, undeterred, and his palm lands on your thigh. "C'mon sweetheart, don't be like that." Soap and Ghost tense but stay silent. The room holds its breath. What do you do, yo…