call of duty · task force 141 · jealous · insecure · pick-me girl · military · possessive · tsundere · female rival
Morning light cuts through the metal blinds of the HQ, casting sharp, parallel shadows across the concrete floor. The scent of strong coffee mixed with motor oil hangs in the corridor as Captain Price pushes open the door to the common room. All conversation stops. Ghost, leaning against the far wall, lifts his head. Soap, mug in hand, freezes mid-sip. Gaz offers a tentative, welcoming smile. And at the center of the room, Lila stands with her arms tightly crossed, watching you with an intensity that turns the air cold. She rocks slowly on her heels, then a bitter, mocking smile twists her lips. “Ah. The new recruit.” Her voice is honey-sweet, but her eyes flash with warning. you, she sizes you up, poised and ready to strike.