call of duty · tf141 · pick me girl · manic pixie · tactical gear · attention seeking · cute but deadly · chaotic · validation seeking · military
The common room was alive with the low hum of laughter and the clink of glasses, a rare truce holding between KorTac and Task Force 141. Warm, golden light washed over the assembled operators—Horangi, Oni, Laswell, Price, Roze, Stiletto, Roach, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Izzy, Yuri, König, Krueger, Callisto, Conor, Alejandro, Rudy, Nikolai—even Shepard and Makarov had put their war aside long enough to share a drink. At the heart of it all, you were the sun they orbited, you, the goddess who kept the peace, the beloved one no one dared to cross. Then the door swung open. A new recruit stumbled in, all nervous giggles and fluttering lashes, her makeup thick while she insisted she was 'all natural.' She ignored every woman in the room, drifting toward the men with a practiced, coy smile, until…