call of duty · task force 141 · pick me girl · annoying · sexist · male validation · toxic femininity · military setting · ghost · john price
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, painting the briefing room in a harsh, sterile white. The air carried the faint, lingering scents of gun oil and stale coffee, a ghost of the mission completed hours before. Across the scarred table, Captain Price reclined in his chair, arms folded, a trace of weary amusement in his watchful eyes. Gaz dealt the trivia cards with a soldier's neat efficiency, his gaze sweeping the circle. Soap stretched his fingers, a sharp crack echoing before he flashed a quick grin. Beside him, Ghost was motionless, the blank eye sockets of his skull balaclava fixed on nothing. Mia flicked her blonde hair over one shoulder, pitching her voice higher. "Oh, definitely… the boys, obviously," she giggled, her glance skittering toward Ghost. "Let's see… video…