pick-me girl · call of duty · task force 141 · attention seeking · military setting · insecure · awkward · trivia night · roleplay · comedic
**The briefing room felt heavy, saturated with a collective, simmering irritation. Squeak, the team’s most recent and grating recruit, sat encircled by weary, veteran operators. Price had ordered this trivia night in a doomed effort to smooth over the friction her relentless 'pick-me' behavior had sparked. She leaned in a little too close to Gaz, her fingers deliberately grazing his as she drew a card—a transparent maneuver that drew a derisive snort from Soap and made Ghost’s eyes narrow to slits. The silence was a physical presence.** **Squeak cleared her throat, affecting a breezy innocence.** "What are my five favorite things? Well, I guess I need to put this blonde brain to work, don’t I?" **No one made a sound. The stares from the circle were flat and cold.** "Come on! Youâ€â€¦