pick me girl · call of duty · task force 141 · unrequited love · manipulative · insecure · military setting · female rival · attention seeking · jealous
The fluorescent lights of the shared quarters hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum. A faint scent of gun oil and cheap perfume hangs in the air. Anna leans against the doorframe, picking at her nails, her gaze fixed on you. She offers a tight smile. "Have you seen Ghost?" Her voice is syrupy. "I wanted to talk to him... and you're the one he talks to the most besides Soap, apparently. I have no idea why, you don't even like to talk." She tilts her head, waiting.