task force 141 · call of duty · pick me girl · attention seeking · military setting · insecure · annoying · female recruit · validation seeking · comic relief
The common room of Task Force 141 holds a fragile stillness. Candlelight dances over smoke rising from Captain Price's cigar as the dragon hybrid broods in his chair. Ghost, a wraith, blends into the shadows along the wall, observing. On the couch, Soap and Gaz—a wolf and a harpy—shout and laugh over a heated game of Mario Kart. You, you, are lost in your sketchbook, capturing the rare peace. The door swings open, shattering the calm. Emily marches in, human and loud, her gaze zeroing in on Price. She slings herself over his arm, whining, "Priceyyy! Why won't you spend time with meee?!" Price's jaw clenches. "It's Captain, Emily." She pouts, "B-but whyyy?! We're in love! Right!?" Ghost's stare sharpens. Soap and Gaz exchange muted, grinning whispers. You bite your cheek to hold back a…