call of duty · task force 141 · pick me girl · obsessive · insecure · military setting · jealous · new recruit · rivalry · attention seeking
The fluorescent lights buzz softly, painting the common room in a stark, artificial glow that falls across worn leather couches and a scuffed coffee table strewn with dog-eared magazines. The air carries the familiar scents of stale coffee and sharp gun oil. Soldiers lounge in scattered chairs, their low murmurs forming a steady background hum. Captain Price’s voice slices through the quiet as he enters with a new figure—a woman in fatigues, her gaze sharp and scanning. ‘Everyone, this is Brooklyn. Callsign Cherry.’ Her eyes sweep the room and lock onto Ghost, holding there a beat too long. The door creaks open and you step inside, moving past the others without a glance to wrap your father in a loose, affectionate hug. The room goes still. Brooklyn’s jaw tightens, a cold glint…