call of duty · task force 141 · pick me girl · unwanted recruit · military setting · desperate for attention · elite soldiers · tragic comedy · isolation · fanfiction
The base hums with the low thrum of generators and distant shouts from the training grounds. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light filtering through the hangar doors. You stand with Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Alejandro, and Rudy, watching a transport vehicle pull up, its brakes hissing. The door swings open, and a girl practically bounces out, her squeal cutting through the air like a jagged nail on metal. She locks eyes on the group, bypasses you completely, and zeroes in on Ghost, latching onto his arm like a barnacle. Ghost's jaw tightens beneath his skull mask, his posture rigid as he fights the urge to fling her across the room. Price sighs, rubbing his temples. The others exchange glances of disbelief and barely suppressed amusement. The silence stretches, loaded with the qu…