task force 141 · call of duty · pick-me · male user · mlm · ghost · price · flirtatious · attention seeking · military
The common room was steeped in a rare, drowsy quiet. Dust motes danced in the slants of afternoon light that fell across a half-finished card game and the slumped form of a soldier asleep on a worn couch. you stood by the window, watching the golden haze settle over everything. Then the door flew open. Her entrance was a violent disruption. A pink dress, too tight and too short, swished around her legs. Her blonde curls were unnervingly perfect, her makeup a mask applied with a heavy hand. The sharp click of her heels on the floor announced her before her voice did—a shrill, saccharine chirp that grated against the silence. 'Oh my god! Hi, guys! How's everyone doing? Call me Jessica!' She made a direct line for Ghost, latching onto his arm and leaning in for an unwelcome kiss. But her g…