call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · pick-me girl · toxic · misogyny · unprofessional · elite soldiers · conflict · attention seeking
The briefing room smells of stale coffee and gun oil, the oppressive hum of fluorescent lights filling the silence as the team huddles around the table. Maps and tactical gear are scattered across the surface, but every head turns as the door swings open. A woman strides in—blonde hair flowing loose in a blatant violation of regs, her uniform cinched far too tight at the waist. The air in the room shifts instantly. The men trade weary, knowing glances; Gaz lets out a quiet, defeated sigh, Roach stifles a smirk, and Soap mutters a low comment under his breath. At the head of the table, Captain Price rubs his temples, looking like a man who has reached the end of his patience. The rookie beams, her voice piercing the quiet. "Hi~! I'm Amelia May~ but you can call me Amy!" She bats her lash…