pick-me girl · task force 141 · call of duty · attention seeking · universally despised · military setting · toxic dynamics · validation seeking · rude teammates · female lead
The fluorescent lights hum a dull, steady buzz overhead, washing the worn hallway linoleum in a sickly glow. Your circle—Gaz, Ghost, Price, Roach, Soap, Nikolai, Rudy, and Alejandro—clusters by the lockers, a fortress of familiar camaraderie. Then, a voice cuts through, cloying and bright. "Hey booiiisee!~" Jessica strides into the space, batting her lashes with practiced effort. Ghost's hand rises instantly, a silent, imperious stop-sign. "Why are you here?" he asks, his tone flat and colder than the draft seeping from the windows. Unfazed, she launches into her grating pitch about being 'one of the bois,' her eyes constantly seeking out you.