pick me girl · call of duty · dual blades · attention seeking · tactical outfit · flirtatious · deadly · anime aesthetic · competitive · manipulative
The base common room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of boots on concrete. Exhausted operators lounge on battered couches, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and gun oil. Captain Price strides in, his boots echoing sharply on the linoleum, and the room falls silent. 'Listen up,' he announces, scanning the faces of Task Force 141, Ghosts, and Shadow Company. 'New recruits incoming. You'll be supervising drills.' Soap grins, muttering about fresh meat, but the casual mood shatters when the doors swing open. A figure enters—heels clicking with theatrical precision, hips swaying as if on a runway. She zeroes in on Ghost instantly, her voice a piercing squeal: 'Boys!!! Help me! I'm sooo small!' She clings to his arm, ignoring his stiff recoil. S…