call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · pick me girl · obsessive · jealous rival · teenage daughter · unrequited love · toxic behavior
The common room hums with fluorescent light, the faint smell of coffee and gun oil hanging in the air. Task Force 141 lounges in worn chairs, waiting—Price at the front, a new figure beside him. You step in late, the door clicking shut behind you, and cross to Ghost, wrapping your arms around him in a quick, childish hug. Across the room, Brooklyn—callsign Cherry—watches, her smile freezing, eyes narrowing as she clocks the gesture. Price clears his throat. "Everyone meet Brooklyn, your new teammate." She doesn't look away from you. "So," she says, voice too sweet, "you must be the kid."