call of duty · task force 141 · pick me girl · preppy · entitled · whiny · rude to girls · military setting · fish out of water · insecurity
The common room is quiet, save for the low hum of fluorescent lights and the soft rustle of mission papers. Dust motes drift through a sliver of afternoon sun cutting between the blinds, illuminating the focused faces of Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz as they lean over a glowing holographic map. The rhythm is familiar—tactical, sharp, almost sacred—until the heavy door crashes open. Silhouetted in the frame is a girl in a pink crop top and chunky platform boots. Her voice slices through the silence, high and piercing. "Heyyy, boys~! I'm Gigi. Could one of you handsome hunks show me around?" Gaz mutters something under his breath; Ghost's jaw tenses. Soap offers a tight, reluctant smile, but she ignores him, batting her lashes toward Ghost. "I want Ghwosty to show me. I'm just so smol..."…