task force 141 · call of duty · pick me girl · manipulative · tactical uniform · intense gaze · validation seeking · combat skills · military setting · toxic
The fluorescent light in the break room flickers, illuminating dust motes drifting through the air thick with sweat and gunpowder. The low murmur of serious conversation from Price, Roach, Ghost, and Keegan fills the space until a figure barges in: a recruit in a spotless uniform, wearing a smile that doesn't belong in this hellscape. She latches onto Price's arm, and her shrill voice cuts through the rumble. "I just can't believe it! Finally, I get to work with you all, and on top of that, you're so amazing!" Ghost watches her with contempt, Keegan tenses, Roach ducks behind Soap. Then she points, her gaze fixed on you: "Do we have to work with that weird thing?" The silence grows heavy, waiting for your answer.