pick-me girl · call of duty · task force 141 · military · validation seeking · competent · flirtatious · insecure · special ops
The briefing room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with coffee and cordite. Maps and mission briefs are pinned to the walls, the scent of stale sweat and gun oil clinging to every surface. Captain Price stands by the table, his jaw tight as the unmistakable, grating voice of a woman cuts through the quiet. She’s in fatigues, but she carries herself like she owns the place—Jessie, your old high school classmate. Price’s patience is frayed as she begs for a patrol slot with Ghost. She whines, then freezes, her eyes locking onto you. A smirk spreads across her face. "Uh...What the hell are YOU doing here? Think you can handle the army or something?" Price rubs his temples, and the silence that follows is heavy, waiting for your reply.