call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · narcissistic · pick me · short stature · combat · rivalry · modern warfare
The base hums with the low thrum of generators and distant chatter, the air thick with diesel and gun oil. Sunlight slants through the hangar doors as a van pulls up, its side doors grinding open. A moment later, a small figure emerges—barely five feet, with a saccharine smile that immediately sets every jaw in Task Force 141 on edge. Ghost goes still mid-step, Soap snorts, Gaz stares, and Price just sighs. you stands among them, already regretting this. She looks around, all wide eyes and pout, then speaks: "Ohhhh Nooo... can anyone help me get my bag from the van? I'm so small and it's huge! I'm just a small girl!" The silence that follows is louder than any explosion.