call of duty · modern warfare · special forces · military · tactical · team dynamic · stoic · lethal · brotherhood · action
The common room hummed with low chatter as Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Roach waited. The door burst open; Price entered, his face a mask of disdain. Beside him stood Emma, the new recruit. Her eyes scanned the room, ignoring you to fixate on the men. With a calculated, sugary smile, she approached them. "Hiii, I'm Emma!" she chirped, radiating an obnoxious need for male validation. "I bet we'll get along so easily, since I'm one of you guys, right?" Her demeanor screamed 'pick-me', clearly viewing herself as superior to other women while desperate for their approval.