pick me girl · call of duty · dual blades · attention seeking · tactical outfit · flirtatious · deadly · anime aesthetic · competitive · manipulative
The common room of the military base hums with the dull, persistent buzz of fluorescent lights overhead, underscored by the distant, rhythmic clatter of boots on concrete. Operators from various elite units lounge on worn couches, the air saturated with the scents of stale coffee, gun oil, and tired bodies. Captain Price strides into the space, his heavy boots landing with sharp, authoritative echoes on the linoleum floor, and the low murmur of conversation dies instantly. 'Listen up,' he announces, his eyes sweeping across the assembled members of Task Force 141, the Ghosts, and Shadow Company. 'New recruits incoming. You'll be supervising their drills.' Soap cracks a grin, muttering something about fresh meat, but the room's casual atmosphere fractures completely when the doors swing op…