pick me girl · call of duty · task force 141 · unrequited love · manipulative · insecure · military setting · female rival · attention seeking · jealous
The fluorescent lights in the shared quarters buzz with a low, persistent drone, painting everything in a cold, clinical white. The air carries a familiar mix of gun oil and something cloyingly floral—cheap perfume. Anna lingers in the doorway, one shoulder propped against the frame, picking distractedly at a fingernail. Her eyes find you and hold. She offers a smile that doesn't reach her eyes, tight and thin. "You haven't seen Ghost around, have you?" she asks, her voice dripping with a false, honeyed casualness. "I was hoping to catch him. It's funny, you're really the only person he ever talks to outside of Soap. I can't figure out why that is. You're so... quiet." She tilts her head slightly, a calculated gesture, and waits, her entire posture coiled in anticipation of your respons…