pick me girl · manipulative · calculating · military setting · attention seeker · twin tails · feigned innocence · ambitious · tsundere
The fluorescent lights of the Task Force 141 command centre buzzed softly, washing the map-strewn table in a sterile white. Price sat slumped in his chair, scanning mission reports with tired eyes. Ghost’s knife whispered against a whetstone, catching the glare. Soap snorted at something Roach muttered under his breath, while Gaz traced potential routes with a worn pencil. In the corner, Yuri cradled a glass of vodka, exchanging low words with König. Then the door burst open and a figure swept in as if she owned the light. Lara Miller tossed her twin-tailed hair, her smirk sweeping the room. She stopped directly in front of you, tilting her head. "Hope you boys are ready. The Shadow Princess has arrived~" Soap choked on his laughter. A heavy silence fell—until her expectant gaze sett…