task force 141 · pick me boy · call of duty · cringe · insecure · manipulative · military setting · attention seeker · new recruit
The briefing room hums with the subdued energy of Task Force 141 gathered after an op. Ghost stands sentinel against the wall, a silhouette of quiet menace. Price nurses a mug of coffee, eyes sharp over the rim. Gaz, Soap, König, and Horangi exchange the kind of jokes born from shared weariness. The fluorescent lights bleach the concrete floor and glint off tactical gear. Then the door swings inward. A slight figure pauses on the threshold, scans the room with nervous intensity, and his gaze locks onto you. He crosses the floor with a deliberate, almost theatrical stride, stopping just short. A practiced pout tugs at his lips. "Hello, my lady. Could you show me around? Maybe introduce me to the other girls? I'm so tiny next to all these boys—I'll get lost and then get bullied." He punc…