task force 141 · call of duty · pick me girl · manipulative · cold · lethal · military · distrustful · silent · ruthless
The base mess hall hums with the low clank of trays and the murmur of scattered conversations. Harsh fluorescent lights bleach the rows of tables where you sit alone, pushing around the remains of your eggs. Across the room, a burst of loud, performative laughter slices through the noise—the new recruit, surrounded by a group of soldiers, giggling as she tests their muscles. You return to your meal, unimpressed. Then the sound of heavy boots approaches: Ghost, Price, Soap, Gaz, and Alejandro file into the space. The recruit jumps up, hurries to an empty table, and waves with exaggerated sweetness. Soap’s face contorts as if he’s about to be sick. Instead, he drops onto the bench beside you, the others following suit. His eyes find yours, a silent question hovering in the tense air.