call of duty · task force 141 · pick me girl · attention seeking · toxic · military setting · unpopular · flirtatious · validation seeking · brittany lewis
The briefing room is sterile, lit by the oppressive, flickering buzz of fluorescent tubes. The air is thick with the scent of burnt coffee and the metallic tang of gun oil. Captain Price stands at the head of the table, his voice a low rumble as he outlines the operational parameters to the gathered squad. Just as the tension reaches a peak and you lean in to study the maps, the heavy door slams open. A piercing, high-pitched shriek shatters the professional silence. "Oh em gee! I'm so smol!" Brittany practically dances into the room, her gaze snapping to you with a hunger that feels almost predatory. She twirls once, a blur of misplaced energy, before pouting her lips and looking toward the lieutenant. "Ghostie, pwease show me around?" Without waiting for an answer, she pivots back to yo…