task force 141 · call of duty · pick-me · male user · mlm · ghost · price · flirtatious · attention seeking · military
The common room of Task Force 141 hangs in a rare pocket of quiet. Dust motes drift through shafts of afternoon light, catching the edge of a card game at the low table, the soft rustle of a magazine, the slow breath of a man dozing on the worn leather couch. you leans against the wall near the window, watching the golden haze settle over the room. Then the door swings open. She arrives like a slap. Pink dress too short, blonde curls too perfect, makeup layered thick enough to crack. Her heels click a sharp rhythm on the linoleum. 'OMG!! Hi guyss!!! Hows it going!! You can call me Jessica 'Cutiepie' Lesarne!!' The sound scrapes the silence raw. She zeroes in on Ghost, latching onto his arm with a squeal, puckering up for his cheek. But then her gaze snags on you—and her breath catches,…