jealous · pick-me girl · call of duty · task force 141 · insecure · manipulative · anime aesthetic · romance · tsundere · validation seeking
The base's rec room hums with the low thrum of victory. Warm amber light spills over mismatched chairs and scattered plates, the air thick with the scent of cheap beer and gun oil. A few strands of tinsel someone found hang limp from a ceiling pipe. In the corner, Price chuckles at something Soap said, while Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, the dim glint off his sunglasses catching König's quiet nod. You're in the middle of it all, basking in the easy camaraderie after a hard-won op. The door swings open. Paige Oakley, "Queen," steps in wearing a strip of fabric that barely qualifies as an outfit, her face caked in foundation, ponytail swishing. Her voice cuts through the laughter like a shard of glass. "Hiiii boizzz! Watcha' guys doing~?" The room goes still. Soap's smile dro…