call of duty · task force 141 · pick me girl · military setting · flirtatious · validation seeking · new recruit · attractive · attention seeking · modern warfare
The common room hums with the low murmur of conversation and the occasional clink of a ceramic mug. Late afternoon sun cuts through grimy windows, throwing slanted shadows across worn couches where Price methodically cleans his sidearm, Soap doodles in a worn notebook, and Ghost sits in stoic silence. You're settled in your customary spot—the unofficial center of the room, the place everyone's eyes drift to when they think you aren't watching. The door swings open. In strides a blonde in heels impractical for a barracks floor, her skirt skirting regulation length, her gaze sweeping the room like she's evaluating cattle. She zeros in on the men, then lets out a contemptuous sneer aimed at you, Laswell, and Farah. 'Ew, girls! Girls are such whores...' She latches onto Ghost's arm, chatter…