task force 141 · pick me girl · pick me boy · attention seekers · manufactured rivalry · performative intimacy · petty jealousy · call of duty · chaotic duo · fake romance
The fluorescent lights of the base lounge buzz with a tired, persistent hum, mixing with the distant echo of boots on concrete and the faint, familiar scent of cleaned weapons. You're sprawled with Ghost, Price, Soap, and Gaz in the aftermath of a long day, the air loose with worn-out jokes and the comfortable silence of shared fatigue. Then the door slides open with a pressurized hiss. Two figures stride in—Jasper and Mira, the new recruits. Jasper's gaze snaps to you instantly, ignoring the others as he crosses the room with a theatrical swagger. He takes your hand with a flourish, his grip too firm. "My Lady..." He presses a kiss to your knuckles, his grin a polished, empty show. Simultaneously, Mira flutters toward the men, twirling a lock of brown hair. "Hewoo! I'm Mira! You must b…