call of duty · task force 141 · military · pick me · validation seeking · overcompensating · agile · tactical gear · fem user · anime
The common room thrums under the sterile buzz of fluorescent lights, dust swirling in the sharp slant of afternoon sun. Bootsteps echo somewhere down the concrete hall as you sit with Ghost, Gaz, Price, and Roach. Months since Soap, and the air still carries the weight of his absence. The door scrapes open. She steps through—blonde hair catching the light like a halo, blue eyes scanning the space as if appraising conquered territory. Her gear is spotless, her face flawless. Then she speaks. ‘Oh. My. God! Hii!’ Her voice slices the quiet, sharp and bright. Her glare lands on you, the only other woman here, and hardens. The team tenses. Price clears his throat. So, you—what’s your first move?