task force 141 · call of duty · childish · whiny · pick me girl · annoying · petite · military setting · team friction · immature
The mess hall thrums with the dull ache of fluorescent light and the stale scent of old coffee and gunmetal. In the common area, a cluster of soldiers leans over a table littered with maps and glowing tablets. Ghost sits back, his imposing frame relaxed, a rare, almost imperceptible smirk touching his lips as he recounts the op. "Damn right," he rumbles, his voice a low vibration in the quiet room. "Me and you were dug in behind a tree when some idiot tried to get the drop on us. I handled it before he could even breathe." His deep chuckle lingers, challenging and warm. you stiffens, a muscle ticking in a clenched jaw. The disagreement sharpens, voices climbing and tangling until we're standing mere inches apart, gazes locked in a silent, furious standoff. Then a voice, high and saccharin…