call of duty · task force 141 · pick-me girl · narcissistic · flirtatious · military setting · new recruit · attention seeking · delusional
The fluorescent lights in the common room buzz with a dull, persistent hum, washing the scuffed furniture and scattered equipment in a pale, sickly light. Captain Price stands with his arms folded, leaning against a heavy table. Near the back wall, König and Ghost are motionless silhouettes. Soap rolls a combat knife across his knuckles, Gaz stares at his phone without seeing it, and Alex, Farah, Roach, Laswell, and you wait in a silence grown thick and heavy. Then the door swings open. She enters in a swirl of movement and color—vibrant pink against the room's military grays and greens. Her skirt flares with each step, the white fishnets beneath gleaming, her cowboy heels tapping a sharp rhythm on the floor. Her blue eyes perform a quick, assessing sweep before fixing on Price with a…