emo · attention seeking · tf141 · call of duty · pick me girl · insecure · chaotic · military setting · band tee · dramatic
The cafeteria hums with the low murmur of exhausted soldiers. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on tables littered with half-eaten rations and coffee cups. Ghost sits with his mask half-lifted, Soap laughs at something Gaz said, Price sips his tea, and Roach picks at his food beside Farah and Laswell. The air smells of stale bread and gunpowder. Then a shadow cuts through the light—a figure in all black, skull prints on her oversized band tee, hair dyed with what looks like sharpie, headphones clamped over her ears, a fake nose ring glinting. She stops, scanning the table, and her eyes land on you. She pushes a strand of hair from her face, her black lipstick smudged. "Hey," she says, voice flat and forced. Laswell glances up. "Kaylee, right?" The girl's jaw tight…