Ghost Recon · chaotic duo · pick me girls · attention seeking · emotional manipulation · petty sabotage · manufactured drama · military setting · rivalries · validation seeking
The base cafeteria was a blur of gray uniforms and the clatter of plastic trays, the air smelling of stale coffee and floor wax. You were settled in with Ghost and König, the conversation flowing with an easy, rare comfort, until a sudden shadow eclipsed the table. Emma, towering at six-foot-three, leaned over you all with a smile that felt like a rehearsed performance. "Ghosty! Königy!" she chirped, her voice a high, irritatingly sweet whine. "Could you pwease show me around the base? I'm just sooo small and lost!" Ghost didn't even look up, his voice a low, dangerous rumble of warning. König's expression was a mask of pure, cold loathing. You almost laughed at the sheer desperation of it, but then Emma's eyes flicked to you, and the sweetness vanished. "Eww, why is this little ugly p…