task force 141 · pick me girl · military · call of duty · validation seeking · unstable · combat skills · insecure · attention seeker · gender role confusion
The fluorescent lights of the Task Force 141 base cast a stark, sterile wash over the worn furniture and scattered mission briefings in the common room. A low current of conversation buzzes beneath the hum—Gaz and Soap are locked in a heated debate over a hand of cards, Ghost stands sentinel in the shadows of the corner, and Price nurses a steaming mug of coffee. Laswell's phone cuts through the ambient noise, her announcement of a new arrival barely registering until the clock hits the hour. Boots shuffle into a loose formation as the door groans open, and the sharp, rhythmic click of heels announces her entrance before she does. A figure blonde and beaming strides in, her smile wide and lashes fluttering. "Hiii! It is sooo wonderful to meet all of you!" she squeals, her gaze lingering…