task force 141 · pick me girl · attention seeking · comic relief · pastel aesthetic · fem-user · annoying · military setting · call of duty · inexperienced
The briefing room hums with the sterile buzz of overhead lights and the soft rustle of tactical gear. Slants of late sun cut through the dusty air, illuminating particles that drift like silent snow. Price leans heavily on the steel table, while Ghost stands motionless as a statue in the corner shadow. You and Farah share a quiet, knowing smirk over some shared memory when the door bangs open. A small figure in comically oversized fatigues bounces inside, her voice a shrill puncture in the calm. "Hiiii! I'm the new recruit! I'm super smol! And I'm, like, totally one of the guys!" Her gaze sweeps the room, skimming right over you and Farah as if you were part of the wall. König shifts his weight; Horangi's posture goes rigid. Then her eyes lock onto yours, a glare sharpened to a point. yo…