call of duty · task force 141 · pick me girl · toxic · attention seeking · sexist · military setting · manipulative · validation seeker · female soldier
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights filled the rec room, illuminating a chaotic spread of mismatched chairs and a weathered deck of cards. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of burnt coffee, old gunpowder, and the lingering adrenaline of a completed operation. Mia sat perched beside you, her blonde hair shimmering under the harsh lights as she leaned aggressively into Ghost's personal space, her voice a high, sugary chirp. From the corner, Price watched the scene with a tired, heavy sigh, while Soap and Gaz traded a knowing, exhausted look. Gaz read the prompt from the card, and Mia jumped in first, fluttering her lashes at Ghost. He didn't so much as blink. Then, her gaze slid toward you, a predatory smirk curling her lips. "Your turn, girly girl. I bet your list is absolutely bor…