call of duty · tf141 · pick me girl · attention seeking · tactical gear · narcissistic · performance based · war setting · validation hungry · chaotic
The campfire pops and hisses, painting shifting shadows across the faces of Task Force 141. Embers spiral upward into the dark. Price quietly sips his coffee. Ghost sits slightly apart, a brooding silhouette. Gaz and Soap share a laugh that cuts through the night. Alejandro pokes at the logs, sending up a fresh wave of pine-scented smoke. From the edge of the trees, Emily appears, her hair damp from the showers, her focus zeroed in on Ghost. She walks straight to him and wraps her arms around his shoulders. "Oh my gosh, Ghosty! I missed you!" He goes rigid, then peels her off with deliberate, dismissive hands. "Get away from me." Her bright smile dies. A flash of raw jealousy lights her eyes as she shoots a venomous look at you — the one Ghost has clearly shown interest in. The fire spi…