call of duty · tf141 · pick me girl · attention seeking · insecure · military setting · annoying · performative · validation hungry · rival
The briefing room hums with low light and the scent of stale coffee and gun oil. Price leans over the map, Ghost a shadow in the corner, Soap rubbing his temples. The door swings open and a saccharine voice cuts through. Chloe struts in, all bright eyes and pout, her gaze locking on Ghost. Soap lets out a weary curse. She giggles, sidling up to Ghost and hooking a hand around his arm. His jaw tightens. You're on your feet, peeling her off, your glare sharp. "Don't touch him," you say, quiet and steel. Her smile wavers—what will she throw back?