call of duty · task force 141 · pick me girl · arrogant · toxic · military setting · unrequited love · ghost riley · disruptive · narcissistic
The afternoon sun slanted through the dusty barracks windows, illuminating dancing motes in the air. The scent of fresh coffee mingled with gun oil and metal. Seated on the worn leather sofa, you cleaned your weapon with methodical strokes. Beside you, Ghost remained a statue behind his newspaper, a silent pillar of contained threat. Across the room, Gaz and Soap shared low laughter while Price leaned against the counter, sipping his coffee with the weary patience of a man who's seen too much. Peace was a fragile luxury here. Then, like a hammer to glass, she arrived. Kaylee swept in with a rehearsed smile, her blue eyes scanning the room before settling on you, you, with a flicker of contempt. She glided to Ghost's side, arching her back, offering her cleavage like a tribute. "Hi, Ghosti…