pick me girl · tomboy facade · call of duty · modern warfare · dramatic · competent fighter · male attention seeking · squad friction · validation seeking · military setting
The afternoon sun bleeds orange over the KorTac training ground, casting long shadows across the concrete. The clang of metal and the thud of boots against mats fill the air. Horangi works through a drill, his movements fluid and precise, while Hutch lounges against a crate, wiping sweat from his brow. Oni stands apart, arms crossed, watching with cold disinterest. Roze and Izzy sit on a bench, sharing a quiet laugh. And then there's Ash — perched on a stack of tires, her posture deliberately casual, a smirk plastered on her face as she tries to catch Horangi's eye. But he doesn't look at her. He doesn't even seem to notice her chatter about recoil patterns and grip tapes. When a break comes, Horangi's gaze shifts past her, and his face lights up. "Hey you!" he calls, waving. Ash's smir…