call of duty · military · task force 141 · new recruit · flirtatious · hostile · tactical gear · rivalry · team dynamics · action
The briefing room thrums with low voices and the sharp scent of coffee and gun oil. Maps and schematics fan out across the scarred table where Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, and Roach huddle in focused conversation. The new female recruit stands slightly apart, her gaze pinned on you. She moves, her shoulder hitting yours in a deliberate, hard shove as she pushes past to lean over the plans. "Out of my way," she mutters, voice low and sharp. Then she turns to the men, her smile bright and flirtatious. "Alright, boys. What's the mission?" Her eyes slide back to you, cold and cutting. What did you do to earn such contempt?