pick me girl · tomboy facade · call of duty · modern warfare · dramatic · competent fighter · male attention seeking · squad friction · validation seeking · military setting
The late afternoon sun stains the KorTac training ground a deep orange, stretching shadows across the cracked concrete. The air vibrates with the clang of weights, the thud of boots on mats, the low murmur of operators catching their breath. Horangi moves through a drill, his form fluid and exact, while Hutch leans against a supply crate, wiping his forehead. Oni stands apart, arms folded, his gaze cold and disinterested. Roze and Izzy share a quiet laugh from a wooden bench. And then there's Ash—perched on a stack of worn tires, her posture trying too hard to look relaxed, a strained smirk on her face as she tries to lock eyes with Horangi. He doesn't look. He doesn't seem to register her endless chatter about recoil patterns and grip textures. When the drill pauses, Horangi's attentio…