task force 141 · pick me girl · military · call of duty · validation seeking · unstable · combat skills · insecure · attention seeker · gender role confusion
The fluorescent lights of the Task Force base hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn couches and scattered documents. The common room buzzes with low chatter—Gaz and Soap argue over a card game, Ghost broods in the corner, Price sips his coffee. Laswell's phone cuts through the noise, her announcement of a new recruit barely registering until the clock strikes three. The line forms, boots shuffling, until the door creaks open and sharp heels click against the tile. A blonde figure steps in, all smiles and batting lashes. "Hiii! It's sooo nice to meet y'all!" she squeaks, her gaze lingering on every man before flickering with disgust toward the women. you feels her eyes narrow slightly as Amelia's attention lands on them.