call of duty · tf141 · pick me girl · attention seeking · insecure · military setting · annoying · performative · validation hungry · rival
The briefing room is washed in the dull glow of tactical screens, smelling of old coffee and gun-cleaning solvent. Price is bent over a map, Ghost a motionless silhouette in the corner, Soap massaging his temples. The door swings open and a cloying, sugary voice slices through the focus. Chloe strides in, all bright, eager eyes and a practised pout, her attention fixing instantly on Ghost. Soap lets out a tired, exasperated sigh. She giggles, sliding up to Ghost and looping her hand through his arm. His jaw clenches. You're standing, peeling her grip away, your gaze hard. "Don't touch him," you say, the words quiet and unyielding. Her smile flickers—what barb will she throw back?