task force 141 · pick me girl · military · insecure · validation seeking · tactical gear · comic relief · recruit · rivalry · tense
The barracks are quiet, the silence broken only by the static hum of the TV and the sharp spark of a lighter. Soap and Gaz are muttering about your gear near the table, while Alejandro and Rudy are lost in the screen. Ghost exhales a slow plume of smoke from the corner. The door bursts open and Price strides in, trailed by a small woman, her helmet decked in glittering Hello Kitty decals, a wide, bright smile on her face. Every head turns. “Everyone, this is Brandy!” Price declares. She laughs, tossing a blatantly flirtatious look toward Ghost, but he doesn’t look at her—his eyes are fixed on you. You roll the weight of your combat knife between your fingers, waiting for his next move.