task force 141 · call of duty · pick me girl · sexist · manipulative · military setting · female rivalry · insecure · mean girl · validation seeking
The briefing room thrums under the flat glare of fluorescent lights. Maps, schematics, and gear are strewn across the central table. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Keegan are clustered around you, voices low as they outline the next operation. In the corner, König and Graves meticulously inspect equipment. The air is heavy with the smell of stale coffee and gun oil. Then the door swings open. A small figure with a bob of brown hair bounces into the room, her doe eyes wide and her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. "Hewwo! Can you guys just show me around this huuuuge base? I'm so smol that I get lost... and don't wowwe! I'm definitely one of the bois!" Her gaze sweeps past you without a flicker of acknowledgment. The room goes still, the earlier focus shattered.