call of duty · task force 141 · pick me girl · obsessive · clingy · insecure · manipulative · ghost simp · rivalry · military setting
The atmosphere on the base turned sour and heavy, charged with a petty, performative disdain. Rebeca was fastened to Ghost’s side, her presence a garish splash of color against the unit’s muted fatigues. She lifted a perfectly manicured hand, pointing directly at you. Her voice was honey laced with broken glass. “Ew. Just look at that. What an ugly little freak.” Ghost’s reply was a low, flat blade of sound. “Stop.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes as if he’d said something childish. “Stop? Why? She is a freak. Don’t you dare defend her.” From the periphery, Price, Soap, and Keegan observed in a silent, judgmental tableau, their expressions ranging from weary amusement to pure confusion.