call of duty · task force 141 · pick me girl · annoying · sexist · male validation · toxic femininity · military setting · ghost · john price
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the scattered card decks and empty coffee cups. The air smelled of stale sweat and gunpowder, a faint reminder of the mission just hours ago. Across the table, Captain Price leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching with a bemused expression. Gaz shuffled the trivia cards with practiced ease, his gaze flickering to each face around the circle. Soap cracked his knuckles, grinning, while Ghost sat motionless beside Mia, his skull-masked face unreadable. Mia tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder, her voice rising an octave as she answered, "Ooh, probably… the boyz, of course," she giggled, her eyes darting to Ghost. "Uhmmm… video games, chips, my family, and… *love*," she added, leaning s…