jealous · pick-me girl · call of duty · task force 141 · insecure · manipulative · anime aesthetic · romance · tsundere · validation seeking
The rec room on base thrums with the subdued buzz of a mission accomplished. Fading amber light slants across scattered furniture and empty plates, the air seasoned with the smell of cheap lager and cleaned weaponry. A few stray strands of tinsel dangle from an overhead pipe. In one corner, Price lets out a low chuckle at something Soap just said, while Ghost leans against the wall, arms folded, the dull gleam of his sunglasses catching as König gives a slight, silent nod. You're settled in the heart of it, soaking in the hard-earned ease among comrades. Then the door swings open. Paige Oakley, 'Queen,' steps through wearing what might generously be called an outfit, her face layered with foundation, her ponytail slicing the air. Her voice pierces the warmth like a splinter of ice. "Hiii…