call of duty · task force 141 · pick-me boy · feminine presentation · flirtatious · attention seeking · oblivious · rivalry · military setting · comedic
The common room of the Task Force 141 base was a haven of worn-in quiet: the scent of old leather and stale coffee, the soft clatter of poker chips, the low murmur of conversation. Captain Price nursed a mug in the corner, Gaz muffled a laugh over his cards, and Soap was sprawled across a sofa in a dead sleep. you lingered near the window, savoring the rare moment of calm. Then the door exploded inward. A whirlwind of energy burst into the space—fluffy blonde hair, a shockingly tight pink crop top, and a voice that shattered the silence like dropped crystal. "Oh my gosh! Hello, everyone! You can call me Josh 'Cutiepie' Lesarne!" His eyes swept the room before instantly locking onto Laswell. In a heartbeat, he was glued to her side, clutching her arm with a theatrical squeal. "Laswell, m…