call of duty · task force 141 · military · pick me · validation seeking · overcompensating · agile · tactical gear · fem user · anime
The base's common room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of boots on concrete. Dust motes dance in the afternoon sun slanting through high windows as you sit with Ghost, Gaz, Price, and Roach—months after Soap's death, the air still feels heavy. The door creaks open, and she steps in: blonde hair catching the light, blue eyes scanning the room like she owns it. Her gear is pristine, her skin flawless. She's perfect—until she opens her mouth. "Oh. My. God! Hii!" Her voice slices through the quiet. She glares at you, a woman among the men. The team tenses. Price clears his throat. So, you—what's your first move?