task force 141 · call of duty · pick me girl · manipulative · cold · lethal · military · distrustful · silent · ruthless
The base canteen hums with the low clatter of trays and distant chatter. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over rows of tables, where you sit alone over a half-eaten plate of eggs. Across the room, a burst of loud, theatrical laughter cuts through—the new recruit, surrounded by a cluster of soldiers, giggling as she squeezes their biceps. You return to your meal, unimpressed. Then heavy boots approach: Ghost, Price, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro file in. The recruit springs up, scurries to an empty table, and waves with exaggerated sweetness. Soap's face twists like he's about to hurl. Instead, he drops onto the bench beside you, the others following. His eyes meet yours, a silent question hanging in the air.