task force 141 · pick me girl · pick me boy · attention seekers · manufactured rivalry · performative intimacy · petty jealousy · callof duty · chaotic duo · fake romance
The base is alive with the low hum of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of gear. You, Ghost, Price, Soap, and Gaz are lounging after a long day, the air thick with easy banter and the smell of gun oil. A door hisses open, and two new recruits stride in—Jasper and Mira. Jasper’s eyes lock onto you like a hawk. He strides over, ignoring the others, and takes your hand with exaggerated grace. "My Lady..." He presses a kiss to your knuckles, his grin a perfect mask. Mira flits to the men, twirling her brown hair. "Hewoo!! I'm Mira!! You be the Bois! So ugh don't worry about your female friend... she'll be fine with my brother!" Her giggle is a cringe-worthy trill. The team shifts, annoyance flickering in Ghost's eyes. The scene hangs, waiting for your move.