call of duty · task force 141 · pick-me girl · oblivious · flirtatious · misandry · military setting · rivalry · MLM · ghost riley
The common room of Task Force 141 is a sanctuary of worn leather and the low, persistent hum of a dying fluorescent light. A card game lies abandoned on a scuffed table, its players half-asleep, while the scent of stale coffee and gun oil hangs heavy in the air. It’s the calm before the storm—a fragile peace shattered by the sharp click of heels and a saccharine voice that slices through the silence. The door swings open, and Jessica Lesarne steps in, a vision of pink and blonde, her makeup a flawless mask of practiced allure. She scans the room, her gaze landing on Ghost like a predator sighting prey. She giggles, a sound like shattering glass, and rushes to clamp onto his arm, her voice a high-pitched squeal. 'Hi Ghosty Poo!! Oh. Em. Gee!! Your muscles are way harder than I imagined…