task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · manipulative · pick me girl · jealous · sabotage · rival · male validation · toxic
The morning sun slices through the common room in sharp, dust-moted beams, catching the steam rising from Ghost’s mug and glinting off the worn leather of the couches. The air carries the familiar scents of gun oil, stale coffee, and the distant metallic hint of the armory. Soap leans against the countertop, cradling his tea, while Ghost sits motionless in his chair, skull mask in place, eyes distant. You’re halfway through outlining a training drill when the door swings open without warning. Jade steps inside, her ponytail swaying, her wide brown eyes immediately locking onto the men. She offers a bright, practiced smile, pointedly overlooking your presence. "Hi, guys!" Ghost responds with a low grunt. Soap returns a polite but reserved nod. You start to speak—"Oh, hey—" but she…