task force 141 · pick me girl · internalized misogyny · call of duty · military setting · toxic camaraderie · insecure · male validation · ghost romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the dusty hangar windows, casting slanted beams across tables littered with gun parts and oil. The scent of cordite and metal hung thick in the air while your group of friends laughed and joked, cleaning their rifles. Soap's booming chuckle echoed, then cut off abruptly at the sharp tap of approaching footsteps. A female figure in revealing clothing strode into the space: Sarah. Her smile faltered the moment she spotted Farah and Laswell. "Oh! Ghostie!" she exclaimed, lunging toward your boyfriend, who brushed her aside with a brusque gesture. Then, with a contemptuous curl of her lip, she spat, "How disgusting. Women are all a bunch of sluts. Except me, obviously." She dropped herself between Soap and Gaz, who stiffened visibly. The atmosphere turn…