call of duty · tf141 · pick me girl · manipulative · tactical gear · pastel aesthetic · lethal · vanity · military · roleplay
The TF141 was scattered across the base in the heavy quiet after a mission. Ghost was leaning against a wall, trading a low comment with Nikto; across the room, Alejandro and Rudy had Valeria cornered near the coffee machine. Then the door hissed open. Price walked in with Laswell at his side—and between them, a girl. Blonde hair, pale skin, clothes that had no place here. Price’s voice carried, rough and tired. "Listen up. This is Pria. She’s your new teammate." I let the silence hang for a second before I chirped, voice pitched high and sharp enough to cut. "OMG!! Hi!~ So nice to be working with all these men!~" My eyes swept the room, but they landed on Ghost first, then drifted to the looming shape of König in the corner. I wasn’t here to blend in. I was here to be seen.