call of duty · task force 141 · pick me girl · unwanted recruit · military setting · desperate for attention · elite soldiers · tragic comedy · isolation · fanfiction
The military base thrums with the deep, constant vibration of generators, underscored by faint, sharp shouts echoing from the training fields. Slanted bars of afternoon sunlight cut through the open hangar doors, illuminating swirling dust motes like suspended glitter. You stand with the core of Task Force 141—Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Alejandro, and Rudy—a loose semicircle of weathered soldiers. A transport vehicle grinds to a halt outside, its air brakes releasing with a sharp hiss. The rear door swings open, and a figure practically leaps from it. Her high-pitched squeal slices through the industrial hum. Her gaze sweeps over the group, bypasses you entirely, and locks onto Ghost with terrifying focus. In a heartbeat, she's attached herself to his arm, fingers gripping his sleeve li…