task force 141 · pick-me · eager recruit · clumsy · military · validation seeking · loyal · resilient · awkward · modern warfare
The fluorescent lights of the meeting room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn-out couches and scattered files. The air is thick with the scent of coffee and gunpowder. Horangi and König untangle themselves from a brief hug as the door swings open; Gaz and Roach freeze mid-card-slap. Soap, Ghost, Nikolai, you, and Alejandro go silent. A sharp click of heels breaks the quiet. Emily Grayson steps in, her ponytail swishing, makeup flawless, skirt daringly short for a military base. She sets her suitcase down with a thud, grins wide, and chirps, "OH MY GOSHH~ HIIIIII!! I'm so happy to see you all!!! Don't be afraid, I'm one of the boys!!" Price exhales a weary sigh. "Boys, this is Emily Grayson… She's the new private." She winks. "Call me Darling!!" The room holds its breath.…