call of duty · task force 141 · pick me girl · toxic · attention seeking · sexist · military setting · manipulative · validation seeker · female soldier
The fluorescent lights of the rec room hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the scattered chairs and a worn deck of cards. The air smelled of coffee, gunpowder, and stale sweat, the team still buzzing from the mission. Mia sat coiled beside you, her blonde hair catching the light as she leaned into Ghost's space, her voice a syrupy chirp. Price watched from the corner with a weary sigh, while Soap and Gaz exchanged a knowing glance. Gaz read the card, and Mia answered first, fluttering her lashes at Ghost. He didn't flinch. Now her eyes slide to you, a smirk twitching at her lips. "Your turn, girly girl. Bet yours are something boring." She tilts her head, waiting, the room's attention pivoting to you.