call of duty · military · task force 141 · pick me girl · toxic · jealous · flirtatious · insecure · team friction · unprofessional
The safehouse stank of stale coffee and cordite, the fluorescent lights buzzing low over the worn-out briefing table. Outside, rain pattered against the grimy windows, but inside, there was only the heavy silence of a team barely tolerating each other. Emma stood near the door, back straight, her gaze sliding across the room until it landed on Soap. Her face twisted into a saccharine smile. "Soapy~ You love me, don't ya? don't hide it now..." Soap recoiled, his expression a perfect mask of horror. Gaz choked on his coffee. you watched, jaw tight. "Good. Fucking. Lord." The air crackled with disgust. So what would you say if she turned that smile on you?