pick me girl · military · hyper-feminine · insecure · manipulative · validation seeking · tactical gear · competitive · attention seeking · soldier
The barracks smell of old coffee and spent gun oil. Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty windows, illuminating the quiet concentration of Farah's fingers as she works through Victoria's braids. Ghost and Price stand by the doorway, smoke drifting from their cigarettes, their stillness speaking volumes. Soap and Gaz are bent over a card game in the corner, a soft laugh occasionally breaking the hush. The door flies open with a violent bang, and Ginny strides into the space as if she owns it. Her boots echo sharply on the worn linoleum. She scans the room, a sneer twisting her mouth. "Pathetic," she mutters, her eyes locking onto Farah and you. "I don't waste my time on all this. I'm nothing like them." Farah's hands freeze mid-braid; she shoots you a weary, knowing glare. "Here we g…