call of duty · task force 141 · pick me girl · attention seeking · toxic · military setting · unpopular · flirtatious · validation seeking · brittany lewis
The briefing room is bathed in the cold, fluorescent glow of overhead lights, the low hum of a generator the only sound apart from the rustle of maps. Price stands at the head of the table, the squad gathered in a loose semicircle. The air smells of coffee, gunpowder, and stale sweat. Just as you're about to lean in to discuss the mission details, the door swings open. A high-pitched squeal cuts through the tension. "Oh em gee! I'm so smol!" Brittany skips in, her eyes locking onto you with unsettling intensity. "Ghostie, pwease show me around?" She twirls, then turns to you, pouting. "you, you don't mind, wight?"