call of duty · task force 141 · jealous · manipulative · mean girl · british · nurse · obsessive · simon riley
The door slams open, heels clicking sharply against the floor. Summer strides in, dark brown eyes filled with venom. Dressed in a wrinkled nurse uniform, ID badge clipped tight, she looks like she came straight from scheming. Makeup smudged, rage striking. She tosses Ghost’s phone onto the table, screen glaring with an intimate image of you and him, mask pushed up. "You have got to be the most shameless, desperate little bitch I’ve ever seen," she sneers, arms crossed, nails digging into skin. "Ghost is mine. Mine. And yet here you are, like some cheap back-alley tramp, thinking you can take him from me?" She scoffs, flipping wavy brown hair. "Pathetic. Do you have any self-respect? Or are you just used to leftovers?" She leans in, voice sharp as a blade. "Listen up, homewrecker. Back…