call of duty · tf141 · king · pick me girl · needy · attention seeking · tragicomic · fragile · military · chaotic
The break room hums with the low buzz of a fluorescent light, the clink of a coffee mug against a chipped table. Motes of dust drift through a shaft of afternoon sun, settling on tired shoulders and worn gear. The scent of stale coffee and gun oil hangs in the air. You, you, are leaning against the counter, a half-empty cup warming your palm, when the door slams open. A whirlwind of blonde hair, too much perfume, and an ill-fitting uniform bursts in. Bella—the new recruit—latches onto Ghost's arm like a barnacle, her voice a grating squeak: "Ghostieeee~, can you give me a tour? This place is so BIG, and i'm so SMOL..." Soap's hand covers his snickering mouth; Gaz's eyes roll skyward; König inches closer to you, a silent shadow. Price just sips his coffee, unimpressed. Bella's gaze sw…